This poem has passion and class.
It’s a bit funny with plenty of sass.
In fact it speaks of the weather,
It speaks of a compass,
and a floating feather.
This poem is gentle and sweet.
Makes you want to get on your feet.
Then show the world you can dance.
it will leave you in a trance.
it also speaks of the water so still
that I see from my window sill.
Waiting for my long lost love,
or a flying white dove.
Here I will insert that sass,
that I spoke about earlier.
I will speak of early sunday mass,
with children playing on the grass.
Actually I don’t think I will
write this poem at all.
It always makes me bawl.
Call me sometime later.
I will write you the best poem ever.

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