I have never written
One bad thing
About her
I suppose that I could
But it just
Would seem wrong
You say that I censor
My poems
That is bad
But my life extends beyond this page
Down shiny, rain soaked sidewalks
Dying for a tapdancer
To bring them to life
She has tapped a rhythm on my road
And I want to sing in that rain
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