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Why is this poem the biggest piece of junk on the planet it makes no sense

The right to make my dreams come true,
I ask, nay, I demand of life,
Nor shall fate's deadly contraband
Impede my steps, nor countermand;
Too long my heart against the ground
Has beat the dusty years around,
And now at length I rise! I wake!
And stride into the morning break!

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this poem is the biggest piece of junk on the planet that makes no sense because you fail to understand it and feel it

try doing that...

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i think it’s an amazing poemmm
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