Just some bad poetry:
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On Covid:
eyes burning
and not from crying
is this covid
help I'm dying
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For my friends:
Ghana
Is a place
Meghana
Has a face
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Shellfish and cakes
Michelle fishes
And bakes
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An incomplete poem:
(I'll treat anyone who comes up with the last two lines to a coffee)
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On Covid:
eyes burning
and not from crying
is this covid
help I'm dying
---
For my friends:
Ghana
Is a place
Meghana
Has a face
---
Shellfish and cakes
Michelle fishes
And bakes
---
An incomplete poem:
(I'll treat anyone who comes up with the last two lines to a coffee)
My head is filled with stuff
Words are all just fluff
And they garble in my mouth
Yet I repeatedly spit them out
They go back into my brain
Through my ears and cause a drain
Now my mind is full of crap
And has thoughts my head can't wrap
So this poem's come about
On my fourth late night out
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Sad
I never thought of a day
When you'd be so far away
I thought we connected
So foolishly, I expected
For you to be there
Waiting for me
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