Why oh why hast though not chose me
To be the maddened poet of February
This is no wanton cry or plea
When it comes to poetry I am legendary
It is up to the members of poetry craze
To pull their heads out of the clouds
Read my work and peer through the haze
I am the word that is not lost in the crowd
Welcome to my home and come through the arch
Read my art and make the king of March
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