Poetry is my old man
Music is his wife
When poetry and music kiss
the roar of the crowd says get your life!!!
Rhyming by candle light
Singing to children at the circus
When rhyme and song become one
the nosey neighbor says
that was on purpose!!!
I never thought I'd see the day
He never thought it could be
When letters and notes hook-up
the whole world quivers
from the glow of harmony!!!
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
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