To each poetry day

To each his own

a separate rose,

to each his own

a river flows,

to each his own

scattered poetry,

to each his own

tattered hearts,

to each his own

shattered people,

to each his own

aren’t we a little bit of everything?

To each his own,

blow me a kiss

made from the

sweetest wrongs,

to each his own,

to each his own.

 

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