The voice of the last cricket
across the first frost
is one kind of good-by.
It is so thin a splinter of singing.
Cool I guess? Idk, my teacher is making me do this.
YES I LOEV THISPOEM OLOLOL
I need to build this wall, and I need this poem while I'm doing so.
I really like this! Yeet it's asss
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