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The Letter E (Alpha-bet Poetry)

Enticing effervescence of an effortless flow
Emensing, exuding, emotion
Of e---luminous glow

Essence eternally
Emitting light
Essential to encourage
Eagles taking flight

Education, emerging
Entangling equations
Universe expressing
Prophetic elations

Erotic desires ensuing
Eternal life
Everything seen by the all-knowing eye

Never escaping
Evening can’t hide
Eventual edification
Embedding exuberance

Evoking excellence
Epics of extraordinary
Episodes of epitome will

Extracting spiritual
Experience of divine skill

The Epiphany of everlasting
Everywhere Eve goes
Especially in Eden
As so the story is told

Enthralled in evergreen gardens
Everybody wants to go

Egypt is the place yall
Called Kemet you know

So with the letter E
This scribe must end
In hopes that you enjoyed
And employed the ever so
Effective, extensive
ex-pression of E

Enduringly Enlightened Evy

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