If i write only what's right
There'd be nothing left
Under my poems
Then all my work would be wrong
This too would be a long paragraph
With no sense
But then again
There's no wrong way
Of holding a pen
So maybe what i write
Is right after all
If i write only what's right
The princess wouldn't run
Away from the frog
She'd have to kiss it
But that's disgusting
So let me write this all wrong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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