"POET'S PRIDE"
I take in stride,
My poetic pride,
With the license,
Which I gained,
For the color black,
I now call blue,
And snow is.....
But frozen rain.
Although you may remember,
Or maybe you were told,
But once deemed I,
A grain of sand,
gold.
My poetic pride,
With the license,
Which I gained,
For the color black,
I now call blue,
And snow is.....
But frozen rain.
Although you may remember,
Or maybe you were told,
But once deemed I,
A grain of sand,
gold.
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