If you can't say something nasty,
don't say anything at all.
You're saying I need rhinoplasty
and I'm riding for a fall?
The sun is shining golden
on the meadow by the lake.
The snow is sparkling cold on
mountain-peaks, for Heaven's sake.
Poetry is pregnant
and the father of the child
says, denying and indignant,
'Oh, no. I must stay undefiled.'
The title is awesome and so is this text, amazing! Thankyou, and please if time permits check some of my work. Thank you and good luck, Kilian
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Clever, I agree. The right thoughts packed into the right length. When I tried this theme, I'm afraid I rambled too long. I thought you did a great job. Adeline