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life
The man-rare? Unique rather.
He is like nothing but himself-
A breathing smile
A walking metaphor,
Personifying hyperbole.
But how can one exaggerate superlatives?
His very figure is a figure of speech;
His every movement a source of rhythm.
His poise is poetry;
His voice is music.
Since language limits praise of him
supernal gifts,
Then let it just be said
His every presence exudes the fragrance of perfection.
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COMMENTS
mrmelody7 says: What a man what a man what a mighty good man, like his movement, this a nice rhythmic poem |
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Ak Rio says: Gud poem tretre! Nice flow |
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kyrielle says: Love it! |
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