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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The rented hall ways so surreal. Cheerful alumnus ranting sex appeal. Forgive my dropping a time bomb. Taking Mother to the prom. Our student body didn't shake. All others escorted steady dates. A proclivity prom, above all others. Our band encrypted, "The Righteous Brothers". Bobby Hatfield's introverted eyes, somehow. Deeply scanned the milk punch bowl. Imposter bandits, smuggled from Jersey. Spiked the punch bowl, with laced heresy. Setting alumnus minds; off and reeling. We never, "Lost that Loving Feeling". Alas, by now you must have guessed. A convert Baptist to Catholic to Buddhist. Thanked and Blessed. Times worn quickly it seems. I betrothed the crowned prom queen. If begets lead to further begetting. Trumpet in the table setting. Now, before I forget to mention. I'm Chief Commander of the United Nations. The priestly Buddhist Monk is my adjunct. No!!, pundits from paltry pulpits Shout. No needed pouting, I'll get put out. Covetous opponents horns, a' Blow-in. I hold cards, but none are show-in. That female candidate, can she insist. A real, lopsided bubble purist. Piling coals upon my trouble list. She never, "Closes Her Eyes Anymore when Her Lips are Kissed". Dear Jesus, may I adorn my Bobby Hatfield headphones. Appreciating a, past on, baritones gigs. Someone strummed an evil trick. Thank You, for Your promised Rainbow. One end of the spectrum, birth and mirth. The other end death, it seems much worse. "It Makes Me Just Feel Like Crying". "You are My Soul and Highest My Highest Inspiration". Pressure doesn't bother me at all. What casts my craw into the fiery jowl. How all my works got twisted. As tho, I took your Mom to the prom. Hoped betterment of bastion dorms. Face radiance of holistic norms. Is "Something Beautiful Dying".
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