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A Gift | ||
| God has given me the gift To express my thoughts in verse. I just let my mind adrift, Catching moonbeams quite diverse. Maybe they do not make sense, But I write them nonetheless. I try not to give offense, Yet at times a wrong redress. Everyday I take the pen, Waiting for the muse to strike. I know not where I have been, Though I write whate'er I like. | ||
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