Contest Judged: 1/16/2023 11:34:00 PM Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
1st Place
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What is this lodging and people strangeth Yond walketh but never see Looking as the screen doest changeth Laughing with mirth and glee And roaring beasts runneth up the roads Like dragons with hurtling and smoke Gigantic monsters with heavy loads May runneth down honest folk Just to returneth to calmer times Would maketh mine own journey pleasant I feeleth yond hither I'm out of rhymes I'm nay more than a peasant Taketh me back to times more sane The fifteen nineties art for me I cannot writeth, nor bethink, nor remain In twenty twenty three
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