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This will make no sense.

It cannot be broken down.

Into metaphors and meaning,

Because there are none.

I intended this to be dull,

So please just leave it.

I don't want some scholar,

In one hundred years time,

To dissect each line

And decide what I'm feeling.

There is nothing here.

It's a literary cul-de-sac

And as empty as Green Land.

So do not read on

In hope of revelations,

There is no dramatic turn

Or cliffs from which to hang.

So goodbye and I'm sorry,

You've wasted your time

But you should have known anyway

Because real poets can rhyme.

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