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Feb 2017
It is my temple

My word is all

I am the rules

There are no restrictions

I cannot be contained

My voice is loud

I can no longer be silenced

I will not conform
I got the idea for this poem when my best friend complained about poems lacking rhyme scheme or specific structure.  Poetry is voice.  You choose the structure.
Written by
Martin Koegler
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   Simon Obirek
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