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A poet is like a letter in a bottle
Tossed to and fro through the oceans of life,
Enduring some scrapes and scratches along the way
Yet everything inside stays in place.
Sealed in purpose until the message reaches its destination.
Given a unique sound;
The labor of living for humanity's gain.
Through smiles, through frowns
She writes to make palatable humanity's pain.
And that which she cannot speak,
She lives out loud.
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