Poetic Form: Rhyme (Inner Rhyme) Inspired: 2024 March 26 Image: N/A
They dubbed him Sticks at Epoch's tip when hitherto matter none neither you of matter grasped that awed amassed was all he cared and none who'd dare his love of sticks made jokes he exists baton they'd be, had two and not one that's why he's sick name's not, sticks no, it should be sick; like mentally sick course, it was said but ne'er his stead except for one whose heart's not won he swore a day written Suite he'll play lost how plays Suite without his sticks that day of days be-he did play suitely all saw hero sits, light shone his sticks.
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