Poets Rejoice
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Sandra Feldman
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Not all we write
Is treasured gold,
If ever,
Not all we feel,
Is ecstasy,
Whenever,
But if what's written
Is sincerely felt
Committed,
We can rejoice
And bless, our choice,
In between, above
The useless Noise,
Well, fitted
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