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Hello

Roses are red,
Tulips are yellow.
I'm not a poet,
I'm just an average fellow.

I don't play guitar,
I don't play the cello.
I may not go far,
But I try to be mellow.

Words have no meaning,
If they don't come from within.
Dreams have no ceiling,
Unless born out of sin.

Let's play this game, and may you start,
To critique as you will.
And tear me apart,
As no longer i care or even feel.

I'm not here to be judged,
Just speak from my heart.
My words form like sludge,
I'm killing this art.

All said and done,
I'm happy to be here.
Out of 7 billion I'm 1,
So I write without fear.

Noone is the same,
Nothing speaks to us all.
Life is but a game,
Let's crash through the wall.
Written by Edward80 (Ef)
Published
Author's Note
Came randomly to me, only took the amount of time to come up with as it did to write it sobe gentle.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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