The Poet

October 11, 2017
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As the morning rises so does the poet."To be or not to be" was the question he asked himself each day."The Pain of Loneliness" killed he who was deemed the name of poet.He dreamed of successful days and as such grew even more gloomy by the second,for he had no adoring fans to read such poetry.As tears ran down his face he wrote the pain away.Never did it rhyme but it sure felt good to write the pain away.As the night rose,the poet slept only to repeat the cycle the next day.

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