Fools Paste Poem by poem whore

Fools Paste



open and old
shame I do not know
I am a book
thrown on a shelf
and lost for gold
they left and went
running for the money
and here I set with all the honey
be happy with what you
have and forget about
your silly and stupid paste.

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