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Long Live the King

They marched in millions chanting down the street, Their captured likeness published in the Post. Rewarded citizens retake their seat; (His subjects satisfied) They brag and boast. They file back inside their business park, No choice when keeping families afloat; "At least on 'Climate Day' I made my mark, At least that little history I've wrote." The King in roars goes stomping through this place; He rends the trees and tears at mountain skin. His human guards asleep in drunken space, From royal gifts of blackened fossil gin. An oiled Curse doth reign; the Earth He wrecks. This evil Thing. Tyrannosaurus Hex.

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Date: 5/8/2020 9:06:00 AM
Your use of language is very unique and I love the characteristic word combinations. "Royal gifts of fossil gin" and "Tyrannosaurus Hex" are genius phrases. Keep it up, I look forward to more!
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Date: 3/5/2020 8:32:00 PM
Enjoyed your poem, Robert.
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