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Once Upon A Poet 
by Shaihedah Bey
Once Upon A Poet.
Once upon a Poet, the theme of my poem,
Written in slumbering mid, coldly tatched's poet's pen,
Explore and survey this moonless skies
My name been written in Rainbow coloured Flies,
Ate my glory, indefinite far from Home,
One eyed transmitted by broadcast my poem from Rome.
Once upon a Poet, the mood of my poem
Head-shaking for the poet writting this poem,
Like sewing device, would never wear fashion
Lika a butcher's Heir contempteously cracking bone-ration,
Life's but a ghastly teacher, let's learn,
Teaching Brand and Rusty, lessons to earn,
I am today a Gold in the Sty
Preserved to limitless shine tomorrow in the Sky.
Once upon a Poet, when the battle's lost and won,
Ink of my letters gushed from my eyes,
I'm inevitable Victor despite victim, fate lies,
Penury tends stealing this poet's Dream
Racing shadows, buntiful beautiful beam,
Once upon a Poet, written Poetry and Won. By Shaihedah Bey
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