I'd like to think that I have no
particular poetic need
Still I can feel my heart
and soul bleed
So to this point I do concede
Words are only the needed
birthing seed
Born of my brain
good verse or weed
I have no restriction
so I go ahead and
serve this addiction
Some of my verse is fiction
But basically I write non-fiction
Life is my chosen topic
large or microscopic
Can be big city, country or tropic
I may need a transfusion
could be in my mind
or illusion
Versing all these words
causes a drain
I'm a poet let it rain
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