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by favcountrywriting

by favcountrywriting

My mind plays an enchanting song,

A key unknown to my real game of pong,

I play by life with this song in mind,

And shun out reality's dull snide,

Talents unknown to my holed pockets,

Beauty overlooking my ragdoll's chest,

Wonders relay in this dazzling tune,

Sniffing my doubts till its all a mute,

If only this song were as real as me,

Then my finesse would be as deep as sea,

I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this.

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