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"A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words-the bride-and spaces-the groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it's yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat's others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess."
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"A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words-the bride-and spaces-the groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it's yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat's others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess."
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