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A POET AND A POEM

How long would a poem flit across a poet's lips? Tongues! You are never tired of climbing up the hills. Hearts! Are you really flirting in a drip of ink? Times! Your carriages are never tired of running to blink. Would a poet find a blanket made of silk? Bitter beer wouldn't be as sweet as milk. Poet! Who knows what you drink. I might sleep not to rise in one morning's mint .Could I be a poem recited by a rustling leaf? Who knows how poems stretch a poet's skin. What does a poem drink to climb up the hills? A poet is a poem but who knows this.