I am a Cretin of just a Peasant Sight
Worthless to the Lovers who Kiss under the Moon each Night
The Sights and Sounds of my voice are plainly Dull
So please do not breathe in this dying Martin's last Breath
Suicidal?NO OH NO!! Just a little bit tired of my own mistakes and neuroses
The countless Jibes and unfriendly vides I receive from those who surround Me
It means that no Mistletoe can accept the Kisses or friendly greeting by a kiss on the Chin
Let's just say this:
DO NOT LOVE THIS PEASANT CRETIN'S SAD SACK GRIN!!
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