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    what do you think of my poem?

    The dawn of man wrapped in a summers breast lost in time the waters ever-changing rearranging blue speaks to me this impure gaze symphony i relish in sunrise The waters seen it all cultured in its freedom graceful in its free-fall Teach me the hopes of sanity teach me on our tremulous...
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    Why is it that you people think your poets? Your all garbage.?

    and much to vacuous to actually portray pulchritude in your writing. Let alone judge talent which escapes all of you.
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