March 22, 2012
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No words describe my hatred of writing poetry.
I simply lack the skill and the enthusiasm needed.
Writing poetry is awful, like a woefully
attack of a virus. quite unheeded.
Writing poems seems to long and not worth the while.
It's dull as watching time fly by into nothing.
No matter how versatile , its hostile.
For what ever reason I'll shall be writing,
it will greatly irritate and infuriate me.
A child's screaming and crying cannot compete.
Not even as much as that multiplied by three.
But I experience utter defeat.
As long as there is breathe in my body,
I shall despise writing, not a hobby.

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