I was naive and knew of no sly,
They thought I was happy but was I?
I went around playing it coy,
But little did I know I was being used as a toy.
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Poet's dream
Poetry"Poems are to soul what music is to the heart" -unknown Some passing through which were penned down.
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I was naive and knew of no sly,
They thought I was happy but was I?
I went around playing it coy,
But little did I know I was being used as a toy.
