A Dancer
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She writes such poems,
I could never write.
In the colorful flash lights,
her silky brown hairs,
her naughty eyes,
her belly her legs,
her smiling pink lips,
her breasts her hips,
her round arms,
her hidden charms,
when write a poem,
in the body language,
the poem is read by all.
I have limited readers,
who read and understand,
my poems are not universal,
her readers are not limited,
she writes universal poems,
I am in a cage,
she is on stage,
she is a lovely dancer!
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