The riddler who can't solve riddles

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Okay, so the first poem is my favorite poem of all time:
Do not stand at my grave and weep... And here we go;

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Please leave a comment on what I should do. Make a poem yourself, maybe even a rap, and send it! I'll give you credit for your amazing work! Tell me what subject I should make a rap or poem on if you want. Thanks!

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