O! Poets!
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O! Poets! , the custodians of the truthful race,
Explore the field of virtue and grace.
Possessives are not used for better words of praise,
For modesty is your robe and lace.
Introspection is your master key,
To intrude on earth as honey bee.
Intuition is your great treasure,
Experience it with great pleasure.
Be the sawyer to cut down the poisonous shoots,
That may turn into firm woody roots.
Beware of nemesis that awaits on your failure,
For your suo moto is your saviour.
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