See I want to write a poem about love but Shakespeare beat me to it I want to write a poem about darkness but poe beat me to the spot what can I say that hasn't been said by men more talented than I so I refrain take my talents and talk about mopping floors no one has done that I will be the first of my kind go to uncharted waters I have no one to feel inadequate to I am on my own how great the feeling i am the best poet to write about cleaning see i was cleaning a room and i saw my reflection in the polish of the table it was clean i said
Job well done the end
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