My words flow from me like wine
They form all of this rhyme
They become a piece of art
That's how poetry got it's start
Oh how I love to write what I feel
And allow others know what is real
I will write down my words for all to read
And nourish this poem from this new seed
So my words flow from me like wine
Because this poem I write is all mine
They form all of this rhyme
They become a piece of art
That's how poetry got it's start
Oh how I love to write what I feel
And allow others know what is real
I will write down my words for all to read
And nourish this poem from this new seed
So my words flow from me like wine
Because this poem I write is all mine
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