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Jul 2020
This is my plea
to be granted this fine opportunity,
I request not gold or power or fame
All that tends to get old and just brings me shame.
Oh, please oh, kind sirs and madams and automatons may be,
grant me thine request to join thee!
I may be simple and I may be a tad old,
But I promise you my writings shant get old.
I therefore await thine response with unbearable agony,
until such time herein I can write poetry.
Written by
Emil
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