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Funny it may seem, stanza or not it's still a dream
I may think orange, rhymes with door-hinge 
but I know this, you have no focus 
...

I don't need to be a good poet to see
that your in cell for lack of glee
I can tell happiness does not apply
so incorporate this into your time:

I don't need any template, to create my masterpiece
I tend to make my own rules, and always win complete
you don't realize how much time I waste away with this
I may not be a good poet, and I thank you and your wits

but I am not P.D.'s lap dog, or even her project
I am my own person, and I take what I can get
My name is spelt with a R-E-D, and I care less what you think
And this last line I will describe how much I think you "stink"

WHAT IS THAT
what is that-at-at-at-at
I think he's mad-ad-ad-ad-ad
his poems stink-nk-nk-nk-nk
what do you think-nk-nk-nk??

By: Mitchael Age: 6

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