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I have thought to be a writer A poet of unimaginable talent To take great words of wisdom Placing them,just so,on a page I would use the finest verbs Nouns that tell intellectually Great stories of pomp,and pain Yet,standing in the doorway Looking both inside,and out I have come to realize my nature Is not in the clouds,as some For,I can not discuss with rationale The feelings I have,in depth And,therefore,must turn aside From heavenly verse on high And use a common,clattering tongue To brighten an everyday life. |
