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For years upon years did I train
Most people, they called me insane
I could fly through the air
With naught but a care
But now I must walk with a cane
About the Creator
Ryan Giese
I'm not formally educated in creative writing, or anything really, so don't expect much from me. I have, however, read bits and pieces of a poetry textbook I found at a thrift store.
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