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Newbie Jul 2018
I can never compose a poem
For my vocabulary is low
I still find difficulty
Because of my frailty

Just like my love for someone
I can never talk with that "one"
For fear cripples me
Rejection I foresee

If I compose
There is something I can propose
Not to judge quickly
For poems are expressed freely.
Stupidity of My being

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