A poem is just a bunch of words.
A
flock is just a bunch of birds
And
Mensa’s just a bunch of nerds,
Yet
that’s just half the story.
For
writing them so they will flow
Or
watching as they skyward go
Or
marveling at all they know
Is
what provides the glory.
The
rhyme and rhythm worth the read,
The
soaring high with steady speed,
Eureka
moments that we need
And
all is hunky-dory!
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