Stop writing poetry my dear I got fired today
Lots of owls fly from the brush
They swoop down on the unemployed
Run pigeons, run
Oh so many lemons squirted into the eyes of babies
My father is going insane
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For the month of September I will be writing and posting terrible poetry. Enjoy.
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