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the angry poem 1
This poem makes me mad,
This poem makes me livid,
There's nothing that can round that word off so now I'm madder.
I bet you diddn't even now that word existed,
OH NO! Here I go again
Now I'm the maddest!
Writing mad peoms makes me happy,
Which is quite sad,
Because now that I'm finished,
I'M GETTING REALLY MAD!
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