To Be A Poet
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Sandra Feldman
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Oh, to be a poet,
Thinking all the time,
Of what is wrong,
With everything,
And what should really rhyme,
Trying to make sense of things,
Trying to explore,
The imprisoned fossils,
Found in amber rings,
That spell Forevermore.
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