An Ode To Poetry
My utterance led me nowhere
I am a mere repetition, elsewhere!
I am alone for ages, and lost for a far longer time
In lieu of loneliness, service picks and chooses, musings chime.
No other verbs are humming enough, such a prolific croon!
A cold sensation will chill me in nowhere land, with a wiser, tangible boon!
I beseech you, o farther sky! In rotation in your own axis, like a spinning ball
A rhyme will calm you down in reasons, a needed entropy, to be an early gall.
*** A pilot effort in Cost-effective-washing machines.
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