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Some free style poems
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Pocket
It is late in the game
and I in great luck
for with this hand toward the prize I will aim
for the trump card
that i have in my pocket
will help me achieve
this great goal
Flowers
The Lively little buds
Purple, pink, and yellow,
after the green below
Sky
if it were not coming down
in little pieces,
wet and cold,
it would be diamonds,
gleaming with the night,
now it is dark and bleak till morn,
when it will be bright with the sun
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