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Dear Patty, I have never met a child or a poem ***born to live a free verse life, willingly submit to patrician powdered **** cheek horror at the unconformity of escapading, river rafting verbal tumulting, never awoken needy to be yoked by syllabic laws of brutalists, jailed by autocratic diktats of meter, or the iron confines of lines formatted, imprisoned, once set free, they then opine-id prithee prithee, prithee please sir on my license plating, can I whine, write free or die*** ***bind me not by the rigid sharpies of executed orders, or count the numbered breaths tween my freedom riders, escaping with grinning faces shouting seen-u-around, and don't forget to say bye bye to the tortuous pretense of them haiku hi hi hooliganisms, and the amoebic pentameter of a speare chuckere who was foolishly glad to trade the kingdom of freedom for a besaddled horse led around by the reign of ruthless rules*** is this crystal-a-line clear my dear?
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Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
I have never met a child or a poem
Dear Patty, I have never met a child or a poem ***born to live a free verse life, willingly submit to patrician powdered **** cheek horror at the unconformity of escapading, river rafting verbal tumulting, never awoken needy to be yoked by syllabic laws of brutalists, jailed by autocratic diktats of meter, or the iron confines of lines formatted, imprisoned, once set free, they then opine-id prithee prithee, prithee please sir on my license plating, can I whine, write free or die*** ***bind me not by the rigid sharpies of executed orders, or count the numbered breaths tween my freedom riders, escaping with grinning faces shouting seen-u-around, and don't forget to say bye bye to the tortuous pretense of them haiku hi hi hooliganisms, and the amoebic pentameter of a speare chuckere who was foolishly glad to trade the kingdom of freedom for a besaddled horse led around by the reign of ruthless rules*** is this crystal-a-line clear my dear?
nat-lipstadt
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Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
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