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It was becoming a crime;

my poetry wouldn't rhyme

and I was wasting my time

and there was nothing sublime

and from my mind or my pen

there is nothing of-ten (sorry!),

but then sometimes

a light shines

and a poem falls out,

and struts with a pout

and without doubt

boldly crosses my page,

which is good and quite bad

and 'of't makes me sad,

as I feel that some are not mine,

as if there's another inside

who's better by far

at all that I long to be mine.

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