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IT IS POETRY




I asked him to correct me

He said No, it is poetry.

you can write  whatever you want 

say it, he doesn't or say, he doesn't


 I said OK, just teach me

he said NO, it is poetry.

you  just imagine your pen will write 

you are a poet you always right.


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