The So-Called Poetry
‘Tis art that comes from the heart
‘Tis the gift that we ought to lift
And share it with those who care
I must try now to be more like you
For you have such a heart that care
Uplifting me from my great despair
I have a gift, for you, that will make
You see what is really inside of me
‘Cos we, both, live in the art of life
Of sharing one another, cheerfully
You and me, the so-called poetry
As always, where we ought to be
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