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Critic
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Looking to the Light Once a poet
Said to me
Read my words
My critic be
With reluctance
I agreed
Read their poem
And found it bad
So I told them
What I thought
To my surprise
They got mad
Said to them
You asked me
But you don’t
Want to hear
Of what you asked
That is quite clear
What you want
Now I know
For me to say
I found it dear
Liked your words
Love the rhyme
Your work to me
Is very interesting
Now that I
Understand
What they want
It will be grand
Words will flow
Without an end
Of their words
I find them
Fine
