Poetry

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    Poetry

    What is this thing called poetry
    I think it is like words carved on a tree
    It etches its self upon your mind
    What do these words mean if them you do find

    Although the poems are long forgotten
    Upon a tree now rotten
    Their mark will still last
    For all present, future, and past
    -Tam al’Meir

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    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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