The MarksA Poem by MARK my Word
Moving pens, they blot and dance
Printing history with master's hand Trouble in the silence still there's masterpiece This work of art, not all people can please Draining hours like clothes in the sun or marathon during the fun run speak the truth, make it simple Express the word, touching people
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