Roses are yellow.
Sunsets are pink.
Writing is mellow
But sometimes I think
That poetry's silly
Some of the time.
I mean why place a word here
Just for the rhyme?
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My inner poet begs to be set free. Some of these musings are old, some are new; some observed, others lived. Enjoy.
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