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poem
The world used to be a place stuck in a tradition
But today I was told that is pure unrivaled volition,
There is no place for poetry that rhymes,
Everything should be written like an article in the Times.
Crimes run rampant through the land of poetry and dice
When you leave things up to chance often they turn out nice.
But there's something more below these levels of thickened rhyme and verse
Something more in these rhymes to be carried off in a hearse.
And when all rhyme is dead, this land will be free
And when the rhyme is dead everyone can be like me.
Poetry is not a place for rules or regulations,
Poetry is a place that the soul can answer questions.
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"show
Us the world as it turns and the world stops"
-Mark Shark "the self quoter"
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