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	Poem for alphabet poetry contest round 10 | 
Ode to Joy  Opining of you day and night.  I don't think I will win this fight.   Not imitation but tried and true  My mouth waters just thinking of you.  Your elegance stirs my imagination.  To have you, what a sweet sensation!  But to yield, what a disaster!  Hold me back, oh walls of plaster!  Unfettered from this awful strain,  Breaking loose the very last chain,  I am here now, don't be coy,   Surrender, my sweet Almond Joy!  |