I’M SICK OF NO POETRY
G6, set the record straighght.
I've kept my eyeye on Strawberry
and her sister Cream of crop circle fame.
As the nephews sit and vegetate
on roundelays of fate and Shakespeary
farce, which always ends well enough too late,
I'll send a note to the stage and tell them to stop
by. The shines outsize like a demo brought home.
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