Poet's heart,
beats bold and true,
beats long and loud,
word's full debut.

Poet's hands,
grip hard and strong,
grip firm and faithful,
word's place belong.

Poet's lips,
speak sweet and right,
speak calm and deep,
word's pure delight.

Poet's thoughts,
think far and wide,
think pleasure and pain,
word's undenied.

Poet's portion,
sings sad and long,
sings glad and joy,
word's theme song.

Poet's world,
spins round and round,
spins new and strange,
word's lost and found.

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A Long
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