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As it comes


I am writing this as I go,

for I have nothing else to show.

As simple as these words may seem,

your eyes, brain, and nerves work as a team.

It all depends, on how you read this,

with calm, boredom, or simple bliss.

For some, these words provide importance,

while others, distant, could care less.

And now my duty here is done,

read it or not, it will appear again, just like the sun.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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