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Me and my poetry
When they flow they flow
It came rippling to the surface
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Like gas in water
Nothing I could do
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It just didn't matter
Sometimes it rhymes
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And sometimes it don't
Sometimes it will
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And sometimes it won't
I typed as fast as I could
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And knew it was going to be
Number sixty long before I should
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And then it's finished and polished like wood
For all to come and see
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A beautiful work of poetry
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LOve...Jaqi
© 1998-2005
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