Roses are red
Violets are blue
All is said and read
This isn't that kind for you
We are born and bred
With emotions as glue
Some with names like Ed
Yet what brings us together is true
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Poetry is not just to be read
It transforms into words, glue
Beneath the blood of a pen bled
A structure bent and braced through and through
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Restrictions, freedom, division, embed
A kind of literature to pursue
Where jewels lie beneath the seabed
And you shall find if you look, clues
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