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Whoever said that the truth sucked was right. Wait, I think that was me. One of the many great disappointments that I have would be something like this. I MEAN SERIOUSLY!! CLEAN OUT THE GARAGE!!! No, I'm just messing. I actually don't mind it. This poem was written as a bunch of incessant ramblings at first. Now, it still is a bunch of incessant ramblings. I like it though. On the other hand, it does lack that sort of... well... um... I don't know, um... something. It's all good though. Anyhow, there's really nothing much to tell about this poem... Just the fact that it was written is good enough. |
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