Joe and Jill
Climb the hill
To make the world smile.
A pathetic poem. You are a poet only in your mind. No one reads your prolific rubbish. Crawl back under your rock.
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You may change your mind, after they've walked a few miles. Remember they fell down the hill with their pail of water.... Kamala called him racist. Nice sweet lady... And he does not even know what world he's in, Nor what incompetent trash bin, he chases.