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The Poet
The Poet
I saw one lonely poet whose friends never knew him
He stood out before them and delivered a poem
I heard them say of his words, they were truly absurd
But surely they were like nothing that’s ever been heard
When he finished his speech he retook his seat
Beneath the sight of their eyes, amongst their feet
No one had noticed this boy before
But they all had known him for a score
Seldom did he speak, so quiet kept he
They all thought that he was bleak
Cold and dark, his mind wandering far
Who knew he’d be such a shooting star?
