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Unknown Poet
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He sits in a corner
He cries yet he is no mourner
Even alone he has it all
He has no roof nor any walls
No money to call his own
Still he has no place to call home
Yet he's the happiest man I've ever known
Even though he is not well known
You may not notice what you see
But I know him as the father of poetry
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