I have toiled and labored for my art
And poured out everything in my heart
In the creation of these great idea shrines
My mind is all wrung out for these few lines
Each word I raise to a higher plane
Carefully formed into haiku or quatrain
They come to me to become exalted
All they need is to be rightly flaunted
The words and the poet in divine harmony
Using each other for their great journey
Leapfrogging together to new heights
They reign then as the poet now writes
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