Nolmeroy 1 - Poem by Leon Agnew
This is a portrait of Nolmeroy.
He lived a bit, and died a bit,
And when he lied, he cried a bit,
But never found himself annoyed,
In fact, he ended up destroyed.
But that's a shame,
And life's a game,
But Nolmeroy was just Nolmeroy.
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