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Aug 2016
The poets are different, peoms the same
How long the power to give them fame?
People read it and let it behind
For mortal is the mind

See a drunkard who dance
Has the blissfullest glance

So sing, dance andΒ Β give
True religion is to live!
Written by
Badonko
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