What Poets Do
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Sandra Feldman
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We like to paint images
Into words,
We like to say things
Never heard,
We like to point fingers
At what's purposely, blurred
But above all, we must sing
To love, peace and understanding,
Poetry will always be,
The Last Man Standing.
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