Friday, December 4, 2020
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Oh wailing, sad voices, I wrote the books
And now that I'm driving the lid on you
I can't believe I cried so much
That so much sweet, drunken boo was fermented in me
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Intergalactic Observer
04 December 2020
Earthling your poem makes no sense, and you misspelled the title.
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2/23/2026 7:25:09 AM # 1.0.0
But behold, my sorrow is already slain in rhymes And I am sorry that there is no one to wipe my heart Oh come back old, relieving sorrows I do not soak you with a weak bachelor poem. Oh i cannot see beauty. fine reflections my dear poet. thank you. tony