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Poets are special people who express their feelings and emotions through rhymes and verses, letting us find out and know the basic human feelings. Sadness, anger, pain, resentment, happiness, joy, curiosity, melancholy, and another few. Would you like to come with me into the world of Poetry?
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This is the sequel to ***Let me Be***
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