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My poetry, I shall, your poetry, you will,
Your poetry you will read,
My poetry I shall.
In this world of self-praise and mutual admiration,
Who will like to read others’ poetry
Rather than reading their own?
You will read your poetry,
Written by you,
I shall by me
And as thus we shall be poets,
I admiring and appreciating you
And you me.
To be a famous poet is all
That we want,
All that we.
I a poet, you a poet,
Both of us reading our own poetry
And saying, wow, well done.
I reading my poetry in my arm-chair,
You reading your poetry in your arm-chair
With the cloth sling hanging us both.
You promoting your poetry
And I promoting my own,
As who promotes whom?
I looking coloured-coloured and painted,
You too coloured-coloured, painted and dyed,
Both of us painted and dented.
My reader I am myself, a great fan of,
Your reader, I mean you yourself, a great fan of yours
And as thus we shall go scaling heights into the realms of creative poesy.
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