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The sun glares down the ranting Earth, So hot the it starts to snow,
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In rolling tetrameter I whack down a word Or pick at a playful paeon
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Craven they call him sitting on the fence
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A: Immediate apprehension or cognition.
B: A doctrine that objects of perception
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What are you incinerating!?
The young man did explain,
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What am I to throw away
Rot bigots trash today
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Playing hard to get is an easy way to win a crush’s heart
One just has to play it right and know when to depart
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This tale starts where "The very true and in all account not fictious story by me, Dr Hubembager PhD in Nonsense" stops.
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The Snaggleduff has come to say,
"Are you well enough to play?"
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I saw saws sawing some
left overs left over from
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Desperation painted
uptop a dolls empty face
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the love of little dumplings is the best
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well break it out and fast forward and--
bleed this [thoughtcrime] dream for me!
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T’was bingle in the berrymode
St Crispin roasty stingly toad
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This is a nonsense poem made to entertain you...
Oh, and you must believe!
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Plz don't read this...Seriously
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Julie jiggles jam and jelly
Usually whilst jumping jolly jesters
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The Snaggleduff we met before
Has spilt his minmons on the floor
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