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What Would I Write About What would I write about, If I had some free time? Would I bother to try, Or even bother to rhyme? Would I write about people, Gone down in history? Or would I write just like Sherlock, A priceless mystery? Would I try to be funny? And make people smile? Or make them fall on the floor, Laughing like a child? Or would I try to be brilliant, Like o’l Dr. Seuss? And make children laugh, At the funny words I use? Would I try to be old fashioned, Using where-ith, who-ith, and thou? Or come back to the present, And use the words we use now? Would I try to write, About a particular race? I doubt it, cuz to me, The only difference is the face. Would I write about the diseases, We try to look through? Not knowing that what affects the hurt Affects you. Or about the selfishness That I see in this world? Some are too greedy to give, To a hungry boy or hungry girl. Or would I write about crime And how it’s useless? When you take a mothers only son, For your benefit. And would anything I wrote, Ever make any sense? Or appeal to the person Who tried to read it? I don’t know what I’d write, But I’d write my best, and I’d show it. With hopes of one day. Becoming a poet.
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