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Oh no, far remote- I am not a poet though poetry I write as I know I am but a tiny bit of sand somewhere on the poetic shore not worthy to be noticed to be washed away by the tide- no more than a fallen leaf from the giant poetic oak that has stood so majestically and serenely with the loftiest and most sublime voice it spoke
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
A POET'S VOICE
Oh no, far remote- I am not a poet though poetry I write as I know I am but a tiny bit of sand somewhere on the poetic shore not worthy to be noticed to be washed away by the tide- no more than a fallen leaf from the giant poetic oak that has stood so majestically and serenely with the loftiest and most sublime voice it spoke
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
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