Sights

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    Sights

    There are so many sights to see,

    I can barely see right in front of me.

    From the sky to the ground,

    There are many animals all around.

    To the birds up above,

    One breed is a dove.

    Flying and chirping are their nature,

    Do you get it, do you get the picture?

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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