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May 2022
So it seems I have found
um
dodging in and out of
poetry
the level at which shelter
rhymes
below which nothing
shines

So maybe I should say to
you
Slopping your eyes along
here
hold all you hold dear and
fearing
the other things inside your
big head
consider just think about about
rhythm

To your body you are a dance
along
just wanting a reason to prance
along
and time spent this way it goes
along
and cleverly this is really hard to
get wrong
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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