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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It surely must be a cinch... To scratch that type of itch, Good luck getting rich, When your niche keeps you poor Then you come back for more, Like a whore who gets bored When someone evens the score Take the window or door, Swim all the way to the shore Cause these ships going down There are many who would drown At the sound of a pounding When working on grounding The grit out of some wit That just wants to get fit To be able to sit Avoiding the tit that bounced the writ That was served as deserved In a blur that was totally just the rust That only fell but smelled funny Like it was the good Before we all got sick You ing dick You get the gist When I miss the list That I would kiss Before making a fist At all of this It is far for bliss to drift amidst What isn't but is More than a Lyft But a gift To be not in a tiff Yet some gif Would uplift the next out of line hiss As a new reality stick To the target you hit Still feel the need for a fix Are NOT with whatever it is It is totally not funny and not any of my biz Just deal with it That is my simple wish Then add on doing the dishes There is a list BTW I brought home some fish I caught NOT I pissed In the pond Everything went oh way so wrong So, I started smoking a bong To get along with the throng Of those along for the twist At the end Where we all eat fried gull That would risk Dropping the ball As it lifts One more time just to fly Instead of getting that bite That just might start the addiction again With more friction for the fiction That a lot of us are forced to listen When the whipping Gets flipping so metaphorical Then we find we have grit And the rest does NOT have to be written Forbidden Yet to be forgiven Still not hidden From the ridden Perplexed by riddles Accompanied by giggles It's so tasted the rainbow sort of gay Eat your skittles enjoy the day This is cray Speak
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