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POETRY |
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FROM ME TO YOU |
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by Clifford Moswele (c) 2002 |
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The talent I see in you |
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Is so bright |
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Even a blind man can recognise it |
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For it is said that |
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Not those who plough shall reap |
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Why not share thy |
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Precious specialness |
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With the world |
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And let the message easily |
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Be conveyed |
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For those that have ears to hear |
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For in life only once we live |
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But forever in their memories we can stay |
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Not because we are licenced to but by force |
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I proclaim about the Admirers of the ART |
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Let not thy BRAINS with thee be burried |
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The ART of poetry |
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Footprints on sand disapear with time |
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The tikling melody in the brain |
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Is an eternal witch |
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Human memory is indelible |
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Sweet and Sad times is termed LIFE. |
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This is a special dedication to a friend in poetry Alex Mokgoatshane |
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11 July 2002 |
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