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Looking to the Light Once I thought
A poet I was
‘Cause I wrote
Words so nice
Flowing lines
Easy and clear
Images that
You could almost see
Paint with words
A world so dear
Then I learned
To my horror
This is not
What poems should be
They need words
You've never seen
Linked together
Without a care
Blank lines
For no reason
Formatting
That makes no sense
If you can them
Understand
The poet failed
It will never work
Now I know why
Poetry is dead
Poets killed it
In the name of art
