This is who I am,
words on paper
flowing in rhyming lines
making sounds in minds
that echo ever onwards.
This is who I am
thoughts and feelings of ink
scrawled down on pages
so what d'ya think?
Am I so useless
just a waste of good trees
better writing my message
in the afternoon breeze.
Or do I have value
maybe some worth
do I really belong
on this old planet earth...
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