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One Tuesday morning, when the fog was gloomy glum
I thought to myself, it's time for a new poem
Something cleansing, something fresh. something so brand new
Something so way out there, eclipsing all the poo
Sadly there the process stopped, brain was all fogged up
No wowness to be found inside a coffee cup
So you read with hopes all raised, waiting for the joke
Only to reach the end and realise there's no hope.
An anticlimax, I'm all done, ....well just about
I forgot one important thing I oughta shout
Whenever you feel down, depressed, or just sick
For the love of cock, don't forget to eat a dick.
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The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity Amelia Earhart
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