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An artist or poet
climbing to an End
Perdon a Mi
the end to the End
The Bard paints his World
with rainbows bright or thin
and now we Begin
A little baby star
in a world far away
skipped around its galaxy
and decided to go and Play
It left home forever
a poets words
are so easy to Say
It became a shooting star
and came to Earth one Day
It flew down through
the burning air
and found a world of words
and a cooling Stage
by Day
and the audience
filled the Seats
and the curtain opened
to the excited applause
of drama night and Day
Shooting stars
may burn out
but the mind is born
with a universe
with tinmen and strawmen
that live on a stage
and not a field of Hay.
