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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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