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S/he lives ______________
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S/he walks ______________
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S/he hears ______________
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S/he walks ______________
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S/he ____________________
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The poet

it lives in its soul,
and in mine
and yours.

it walks not over
but through
by the light of its eyes.

it walks not without eloquence
from within
that feels the path it makes.

it hears the music
of the dance
i lead.

it walks not on
but with
your feet in the sand.

when its host is not without, but within
(S)he knows how
to finish this poem. :P

Richard Nichols

(don't worry, my English teacher didn't understand it either. i prefer it that way.)

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