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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Good morning mister, of thy kindness to receive, All groans of yester, thou does seem to reprieve, With a promise to stir, tinges optimiste do contrive, Pain’s sphincter lets laughter, it’s another reason to live. Swaying pyjamas on sling, the autopsy right begins, Stayed on the bed is a rolling, whom my kitchen concerns, “Who took that mine bedding, and Ngwaci scantily obtains? Wanna see me cast the ring, that thine blossom returns?” The morning prescription taken, I am innocuously abased daily, To equate with all good men, whose wives possess jealously, For what woman with a noble token, shirks to lose recklessly? Taught in the womb that lesson, it break suspicious smiles secretly. So a frowned fellow I am, and not alone in this generation, Often silent kicks boom, where behind the driver I myself resign, Mister, let the news come, you know, cowboys pay to listen, Devising to forget the theme, but slaughters make to mourn. A day received with glory, all mine suffer classic deplores, My stem with a rigorous forgery, in front of the boss affords strange chores, The cold of June here has a story, then an undeliberate sudden Salsa implores, My acquittal is my worry, nobody cares to hear the weather course. Soon ‘t’s time the cycle to restart, wishing a fair friend had that control remote, All these woes at will to alleviate, yet as I am, they incur not the respite, With some spreed daily to hurt, alone I remain, a man of living heart, I choose to live life when I find it, even if minutes thirty like a concert. I rise with and as clear as the sun, I return crumbled like muddy earth, This manner of men taught me none, but the proverbial sways of youth, What shall I do but a resolve one, tonight, where else to go but Unguth! Limited of option, I have all mornings mine, even if not couth.
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