We should stand tall
And praise the poets whom know it all
Some may not care
Some may not share
The words of a poet
Who knows that they know it
By heart
Some things happen from a rusty start
Then before us poets let it get dark
We beat it to the punch
We keep it 'till we're done
We smash it
We mash it
Until perfection is all that's left
From us poets
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