Prize Poem
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I stood were I wasn't present
The where were I was present
Three sixty five attendance
Very tense in the dense.
I was to we
We and I to society
I am looking at myself
Walking away to find myself.
I lowered to a pitch
Thinking something to stitch
A pair He and She
Which the world may wish to see.
I write this poem in blue
With all my heart is true
I never expect a prize for this poem
As it remains my prize poem.
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