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An "Unusaul" Poem
A thought of a poem to me
Is like sitting inside of a tree
Although it does not have to rhyme
I just simply love the time
That I use and spend on poems
It's like a tourist and it's triumphant tigers
I may shout or cry
I just can't simply find the time
And I don't recall the last time I lost something
I haven't found anything
But then, again, I haven't lost anything
Therefore, I shouldn't be looking in the first place.
