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Exile the Author
They dried up his pen,
And kept him alive, by
Feeding him garbage,
Reducing his pride.
They dried up his pen
And left him some verbs,
With no known subjects,
Babbles or blurbs.
They exiled the author,
Told him to scream
Without any noise,
Or flashy extremes,.
They exiled the author
And left him to rot,
And gave him a pencil,
A pen and a cot
No more rhymes said the author
In fact, it is true
It looks like the author
Is....
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