The Poet

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My soul lies in my pen,for it has mighty power

To arrange words into an image as beautiful as a flower

My heart is on a sheet of paper and there my words lay too

Each letter an ingredient in a comforting stew

My beat of a pulse is like each rhythm filled verse

If there were no such thing as poetry I don't think anything could be worse.

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