This poetry starts in my mind,
Travels through my brain, through my arm, through my veins, through my hand,
And it lands of a page,
One you may read
And I play you’ll be satisfied!





This poetry starts in my mind,
Travels through my brain, through my arm, through my veins, through my hand,
And it lands of a page,
One you may read
And I play you’ll be satisfied!





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