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Faired One This

Still come by

Though you may still say

Silently

Something at your will

Still

Poetry is

An art of manipulating words

To make believe

Some are sincere

Others simply delve

To attract

As butterflies do

Pollen of flower

And 

Bees, a hive

Ask Darwin if there is disbelief

For I tell no lies,

Love lies between you and me

The universe doth see

Longo readS my poetrs

Still come by

Though you may still say

Something at your will

Silently still