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.          IF I WERE A POET                              The                      First stanza                      would be a              magnatic attic captivating             Elegant architects of                      iridescence                           Vividly        propelling pupils to edges                  Of the schleras                 Compelling pens to pages                     of new eras                  IF I WERE A POET                                                                         The                               Second                  Stanza would              Mirror Zues's           spear slicing through         tears drowning in clouds          striking fields of pens                         Egniting the                     capsules of                  Variegated                Lands             IF I WERE A POET                             The                      Last stanza              would sail summers            tame winters bathe in            springs of autumn praise              deeds of the monarchs            reigning over raining            rainbows nurturing the          clouds planting wings on        the ground giving free will           to plants to seed the sky              with warmth and love                 of nature's heart.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
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.          IF I WERE A POET                              The                      First stanza                      would be a              magnatic attic captivating             Elegant architects of                      iridescence                           Vividly        propelling pupils to edges                  Of the schleras                 Compelling pens to pages                     of new eras                  IF I WERE A POET                                                                         The                               Second                  Stanza would              Mirror Zues's           spear slicing through         tears drowning in clouds          striking fields of pens                         Egniting the                     capsules of                  Variegated                Lands             IF I WERE A POET                             The                      Last stanza              would sail summers            tame winters bathe in            springs of autumn praise              deeds of the monarchs            reigning over raining            rainbows nurturing the          clouds planting wings on        the ground giving free will           to plants to seed the sky              with warmth and love                 of nature's heart.
Hello poets I haven't written in a while hope I'm not rusty
jamie-king
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
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