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why no poem? ( ?meop on yhw )

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pardon this parsnip

the moon was too moon

dawn snoozed ’til noon

with birdsong on mute

black clouds gathered

but pissed on other poets

aliens invaded

but no one really noticed

too busy watching

goblins morris dancing

feathers fell elsewhere

wolves were never there

daimons were dozing

my muses alluded

thalia tailspinned

calliope croaked

erato farted

& stank out the outhouse

ink let me dow

pens kept running ou

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