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An Impossibility

Why do you still chat With that Common Rats? As blind as A Bat; A Gathering Fat? Yes, I’m dead upset And for Bad Fight set. Would for A Gossip Who lets his lips slip Where had Poor Chloe stashed The money she cashed That could widen eyes And trigger Wish Cries… I know A Callow: At theft who’s shallow; The idea A Brow Would never allow.

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Date: 6/15/2022 1:14:00 AM
I enjoyed your rhyming poem. Thank you.
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