“Don’t Fret”
Fe, fi, fo, fum;
Let me tap on your poetry drum.
Mistakes are made by everyone–
We’re made to learn, so we’re too dumb.
As time flies, practice my friend;
You’ll grow to be perfect, in the end.
People will change their reviewing tune,
Don’t let people pop your poetry balloon.
Write what you will;
There’s no magic pill.
Practice makes perfect;
If you work at it.

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