Is poetry a hobby or an addiction?
Is it a mixing together words affliction?
How many times do words bounce around
Before they hit the poetry ground?
Scrambling chance meanings like dancers
Moving across the floor as carefree prancers.
Or they can be words so sorrowful and true
That just reading them makes one feel blue
Either glad or sad have their place
To help humans sort out inner space.
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