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THE NAKED POET
I'M NOT A NAKED POET
WISE CLOTHES I USE TO HIDE MY PAIN
YOUR FEELINGS CAN WARM MY HEART
OR FREEZE ME LIKE ICE COLD RAIN
I DRESS ME UP IN CLOTHES SO RARE
OF WORDS AND RHYME IT'S TRUE
AND COLOR OVER ALL MY CLOUDY SKIES
A PRETTY ROBBIN-EGG SKY-BLUE.
I DARE NOT REVEAL SOME SECRET SIDE
LEST DISDAIN WOULD MARK YOUR BROW
SO, IN MEASURED WORK I APPLY MY CRAFT
INCOGNITO, HIDDEN HERE SOMEHOW.
I AM SO CAREFUL NOT TO SHOW
TOO MUCH SECRET AS I KNOW IT
WHILE WELL ENSCONCED IN WORDS OF RHYME I HIDE
BEHOLD, REGRETTFULLY APPEARS THE NAKED POET !
THEPOETSKISS COPYRIGHT 2004
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