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Poetry In Song 







Poetry in song poetry in motion,
Sweets songs to sing some of devotion.
Poetry songs of love songs of wake,
Of leverage and how much one should take.
Poetry songs of rhyme that beats all the time,
Of things experienced,even of clocks at the right time that chimes.
Poetry sound of words that never seem to end,
Flowing out to readers straight out and never bend.









































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