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Real Is Rare, My Friend.

Happy to share my spontaneous poetries with the world through the hubpages platform.

A precious gift from a hidden source.

A precious gift from a hidden source.

Real is rare, my friend.
Rare as a peacock's feather.
Yet worth the effort; I know.
Oh! I know its worth the wait.

Real is rare, my friend.
So I stay astonished.
Every single moment,
When I think of all things;
All things that made sense.

Real is rare, my friend.
So ever it means somethin';
Somethin' that maketh sense.

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