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The poem is a wonderous thing
And should be treated so
Its words are writ and out they sing
And they will never go
We write most to comprehend
All that we have seen
But we'd not know whats round the bend
Or truely where we've been
The poem is a wonderous thing
Wether pun, song or ballad
But all these lose when in the ring
With experiances we had