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It’s a food for my soul poetry

It’s my story, and its gold, my photography.

It’s the wind beneath my happiness,

It’s the sound to freedoms ring gladly.

It’s my song, and how I sing, is poetry.

To my family I dedicate my photography.

These arts of life bring me happiness.

Shine on me a light so bright, gladly.

It’s my right to express myself my poetry.

My secret to health, and wealth, is photography;

Alone can make a living for myself with

Happiness. Something I can enjoy alone gladly!