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Hey Poet Man #3

Hey poet man
you are a rare

jewel

irreplaceable

with your soft
touch, paper
and pen

weaving magic

creating flames
of desire,
fulfilling dreams
with

strawberry affairs.

heather burns




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Submitted: Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013


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  • Wahab Abdul (11/29/2012 8:28:00 PM)

    very nice poem, excellent.. i like it..

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