Here's a poem.
Ventriloquist
What hasn't the poet written about?
Nature's beauty shouts
The lovers and their quarrel
Weeding out sins from the floral
Bed
A poem will sum up lives
You can almost empathize
Maybe some light it will shed
Don't strain though, lay down your head
Rest
So what can I write
With fear of being too contrite
(Shh, careful, copying is a...
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