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Let us sing,

Let us not,

Let us dance

Where others fought.

Let us share,

Let us keep,

Let us sew

Where others reap.

Let us live,

Let us die,

Not to walk,

Instead to fly.

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I wrote this in the margins of my math notebook.  I hope you like it or at least don't hate it.

A Poet Eating Sweet Sticky Rice

-RenCirdan

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