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You want me nice when you are gone
That's something I will think upon
As I compose in silence except for cars on the street
A poem, as a poet in my rhyming voice with metered beat

I am a poet foremost and first
With pen and paper verses burst
Out of me inspired celebrated gift
My time-out place where the grace can lift

My prayers to heaven in the sky
My prayers to God he find me a guy
My prayers to him to see me as his one
My prayers to be his angel, seriously fun!

9/3/2006 1700 cj

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