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    My name like a curse to the kings a pharaohs, defended by the Indians shooting arrows, sung by the bird such as the sparrow, the key to the lock. so Dependable no need for a clock. The sun 4 the day, stars n moon 4the night, Dirt wind water fire all in the body

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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