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You know, I've always wondered if I could ever write a good poem.
I believed that I was mediocre at it,
but really,
who cares.
Poems are ways to express yourself.
They're not for all to enjoy,
They're for you to enjoy.
So, I'm writing this poem now.
It may not be the best,
but at least I like it.
And that's all that matters.
All I wish for is her love,
her beautiful smile, her sparkling eyes.
But I do believe her heart is void of
The love that shall arise.

I cannot live without her love,
her heart-stopping laugh, her complex mind.
But I do believe I am sick of
The love I will never find.
The wolf on the moon
is a wonderful sight,
you dont see him at day
but you see him at night.

The breath taking sound
of his awesome howl,
will stirry some people
as well as his growl.

The wolf on the moon
creates a fear,
that all in the area
shall shed a tear.
But Mom...
I don't wanna clean my room
I don't wanna brush my teeth
I don't wanna comb my hair
I don't wanna go to school
I don't wanna get a job
I don't wanna go to work
I don't wanna raise a family
I don't wanna die...
Banana
Why are you yellow?
"Just because I am."
But...
Why are you mushy?
"Just because I am"
And...
How would you fare in a game of chess?
"I... Dont... Know..."
Ha! I Got You Didn't I?
"No."
But....
Banana

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