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These verses I write are lullabies,
Yet can turn into black, malicious knives,
So hear us, we poets of heart, soul, and mind,
For we are the ones who create the world's lines. 

Happy World Poetry Day, my inklings! These verses I write are lullabies, Yet can turn into black, malicious knives, So hear us, we poets of heart, soul, and mind, For we are the ones who create the world's lines. Happy World Poetry Day, my inklings!
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