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Last updated on August 19, 2020

Poetic pleasures
Cannot be measured
By rhyme alone
Some ideas grow
From the words that flow
Revealing more than is shown
Often times in levity
Within the poets brevity
Subjecting us to the unknown
And other times
They’re just rhymes
That sink like a stone

By MLLink

Published inProse & Poem

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