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Poetry Corner

Poetry Beatnik Alchemy

The words, they sing and dance for me;
They want to be my history.
They sometimes come so easily,
My own poetic alchemy.
Time again they want to be
Something not quite lost to me,
And I let them comfort me,
Living poetic alchemy.
My life sometimes flies by me
And words I pick like from a tree,
But other times I cannot see
Hints of poetic alchemy.
Just try sometime to be me
And you will find that you can see
Sometimes your heart will be
Its own poetic alchemy.

3.14.99
11:29pm

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