My Song

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My Song

Tried to write a song
but words got in the way
Tried to sing the lyrics 
but forgot what to say
Tried to put them together
but forgotten how to play

Tried to build a tower
but it was way to high
Tried to design a bridge 
but the river ran dry
Tried to find the source
Bur forgot how to drive

Tried to talk
But nothing came to mind
tried to think it over
But couldn't find the time
Tried to hear the beat
But couldn't find the Rhyme

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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