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It's all about
the poetry
the poetry
the poetry
It's all about
The poetry
And what you tend to say

It's really time
To showetry
To showetry
To showetry
It's really time
To showetry
What the poetry will say

Will anyone ever
Knowetry
Knowetry
Knowetry
Will anyone ever
Knowetry
What the poetry will say

Will anyone ever knowetry
what to sayetry
about the poetry
Will anyone ever knowetry
What to sayentry today
Poem written by Steven J Kelly
© COPYRIGHT Kellywood Productions 2012-17 All Rights Reserved.
A sweet smile,
A cheerful laugh
full of glee.

O, how she shines
with the sun!

A friend,
if she may
be today
what tomorrow is
to Spring

And as Springtime
arrives,
you'll be glad to see,
the cheer
you'll hear

As she dances
with the daffodils

And Fall may come
Autumn, it may be
She mellows at the beauty
of yellow from the green.

Winter, with its blizzards
and cold nights,
But a friend she may be;
to a snowman, company.

Her sweet smile
therefore, be Summer;
She melts the ice and snow
as the sun arises.

And when the day
comes to pass:
O, what happy day!
Let this be for me

That I'll be
as ever amiable
as thee.
For Charmain.
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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