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Sestinas, sonnets, writing in rhyme
I know nothing but for writing in time
To me the present means making a mark
Bringing to light, what was once in the dark
Steamy, mysterious, lost in a trance
i know nothing but life's neverending dance
A bow, a curtsy, a whirl around the floor
Temptation has ended, I shall be shy no more
Life is a festival filled with unending wonder
What God has put together, let no man put assunder
Be tame in your endeavors and leave mystery to chance
Your performance is for God
As he rates your lifelong dance
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