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by OsvaldoPalomino

There is no such thing as fine poetry Poetry does not equate to fine wine While you may revel in the sweetness of antiquity Marveling at the brilliance of Shakespare, Marcus Aurelius, and Keats That does not mean you'll taste bitterness in the back of your mouth When indulging oneself in the works of poets like Akala, Grieves, or Kid Cudi Also more widely known as "rappers" How does one fail to see the beauty and the poetic essence found in their stunning elocution? Rap is nothing more than poetry over beat It is thoughts turned vocal following the rhythm of the heart Both working in cadence with one another Thus giving birth to art
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