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Stop Snivelling, Poet
I saw you crying, next to the bubbling brook..
Taken again, eh? You really are a shnook!
Trusting new friends, my, you are dumb!
You have less brains than a fat, ripe plum
People are on the take, when will you get it?
No wonder, lost soul, you are in the pits.
Poetry is absolutely no place for you.
False words are daily fare, here, too.
Welcome to a world of trophies and disguises.
You are dense, seeking friendship in prizes?
When will you stop believing?
This is but a game of words, deceiving.
I know you will write your truth again.
Just like a no-brains, rattled old hen.
5/2/2023
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Panagiota Romios
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