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Sunday, May 25, 2008

sorry

What’s a poem with 6 lines
specially one with cheap rhymes?
A weak attempt at art?
though its straight from the heart?
Like the third line from the start,
Could have rhymed with fart.
Perhaps I should write when im not yawning
Especially dear friend, at 2 in the morning.
Posted by Unknown at 4:17 AM
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