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I can't write a poem

Poetry was never my thing
Instead of helping me release
It gets me all confused
It boggles my mind
And gives me the fever
It makes my stomach churn
Like a washing machine
It gives me the headache
The one that causes a faint
I get a really bad seizure
And my brain cells start to fry
They end up dead
And an asthma attack kicks in
You see!
I can't write poetry today
I can't write it ever
For I fear my dear life
and health





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