Your poem. Your poetry as a howle group. You seem to suffer a broad back lack of education. The predicates fight with the adjectives and the misspellings they are atrocious. If this is done on purpose why you are just an idiot becoming moronic. How ironic. Instead of coming off cute you stink. Like the deep dark well I suppose it could be fixed we can edit out the nose. Rethink the prose. Educate the author if there was time and money enought. Better yet suggest a rewrite of it all. Send in the ghost writer to fix your poems make them over wrote in English language I suppose to propose using proper nouns and further mores. Stop the mistakes by plugging holes in dikes with fakes. You seem to have the proverbial hard on for society. Or minimal brain damages. They probably assuredly find you in print and line the bird cages with your minty offerings. Perhaps your picture on the dart bored in the offices. They hold up the magazines with links and pictures and they blow both nostrils as they pinch the corner with the thumb and forefinger holding it at bay and then they drop it gently in the trash. A poet did not know it they were graphic in guffawing gnawing gnashing with the ideas that they have forming what to do what to say what to act out in the fantasy when they finally get control of all your words. Password protect all your edits. Making up rhyme is fine but the making of a poem is still the poets business. But in your case its only ulcerous.
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