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I'm the reporter
talking to people world wide
trying to make poems
one at a time
but no writer
can ever transcribe
the thoughts the sorrow
of one kind
only we can hear
what is so called described
a word is a realm
where all can be bribed
but thought, is a different realm
for mankind with no bribes
not everything
can be transcribed
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