Poem my creation
Haven’t you pondered on wonders
Do you not question genes of your origin
Well, DNAs of your composition do vary
Process and placement do call for art though stylish
Conception of your form is meaningful though arbitrary
Conceived to whispers of stimulative thoughts
Born to scribes of ink onto faces of paper sheets
Revealed to sight in trace marks of hand motioned biro
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