A Touch Of Class
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I'm all fired up,
From what I've viewed.
A sad state of affairs,
When poetry's devalued.
Many a dogs dinner,
Sad bones of contention.
What's passing for poetry,
Is not worth a mention.
But behold a few,
That cast a light.
A touch of class,
Worthy to recite.
Bu şiiri puanla
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