It's a funny thing what poetry can do,
How it can pull a smile or tears from you.
Just written words on the pages,
That transcend through time and ages.
It's been written in love and war,
Yet it always seems to mean more.
Than the same written without rhyme,
Without, beat, rhythm, or in line.
Sometimes things can only be said,
Written in verse, or they're dead.

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