Content of: On Writing
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08/12/24 at 09:56PM
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Poetry
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When we write of things,
which memory supplies,
may we assume we know,
before the memories dies?
A poem can be, like a child.
Sometimes so meek and sometimes so wild.
Does this bode well, I ask of you?
For raising both, is what we do.