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Poetry Is Music Though, Unfortunately, Not All Music Is Poetry. Because Music Has Other Carriers To Take Its Message - Beats, Lyrics, Singers, Bass Players - Anyone In Music Can Rise To Make A Major Statement But In Poetry There Are Only Words To Do The Work. And They Do Sometimes Have To Sweat.

Death Is A Slave's Freedom.

I Grow Old Though Pleased With My Memories The Tasks I Can No Longer Complete Are Balanced By The Love Of The Tasks Gone Past I Offer No Apology Only This Plea: When I Am Frayed And Strained And Drizzle At The End Please Someone Cut A Square And Put Me In A Quilt That I Might Keep Some Child Warm And Some Old Person With No One Else To Talk To Will Hear My Whispers And Cuddle Near

In Law School They Teach You That Everything Is A Contract; Well, In Poetry Everything Is A Narrative.

My Dream Is A Red Dress Above My Knees High-heel Red Sandals And Me Coming Over The Top The Music Booming Hi Howie I Will Say With A Lovely Smile I Don't Want To Play The Game I Want To Be It.