Read Quintain (English) Poems
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Coffee
Why do I drink coffee?
It always makes me poo.
And when I smell that steaming turd,
it makes me think of you.
As you float there in the water,
I like to think you’re dead.
I pretend that I have killed you,
that I pinched off your head.
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