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WORDPLAY

I am bunking from life

But by writing

My pen over page delighting

The world -

A world hostaged winter through summer

Marching to the dictates given to the drummer -

And it's doings and you

Unfolding in an inky hue

No nature's call for night and day

When flow and urge demand their say

The wonder wanders not bound ground

And needs calling to bring around

Thus, I am not lost

I have not gone astray

I have just submitted

And let words claim the day

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