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IncholPoem Jan 2019
This  time  no  single bird
  can  not  sing
the  dawn  song.

  A  mental    gun shooter
said     in  a
primary  school.

This  time  no  flower
    can be  thrown
to  dustbin
in  this  globalisation  era.

A  mental  ­gun  shooter

said  in  a  high  school.

This  time  no
  excus­e  will  be
for  last  time  to
support  the  word

A  mad  gun
shooter in  govt  run
paying  guest.
Rose Who Knows Dec 2018
There were five people from a tiny town;
This town they lived in seemed all upside down.
Where everyone's values were different,
But everyone had the same commitment.
On this pilgrimage, they came together,
In the lovely fall weather.
The pilgrimage was to Capitol Hill,
To convince the government to pass the bill.
For now, they are just taking a short break,
To start the government for goodness sake.
All the pilgrims met through the site Macebook,
Discovered everyone with just one look.
The conspirator made the creepy site,
Who lured the followers into the light.
This is how we do it in the new age;
When you click the mouse once to like a page.
But by far the most difficult conflict,
Is to make the government not as strict.
They traveled in 2013,
They began their travel in a ravine.
In the submarine they consumed cheesecake,
Swallowing their pride to fix their heartache.
It's kind of funny, this poem, I was going through old folders of high school papers that I have kept. I know I wrote this for an English class. It doesn't really make sense and I don't know what the prompt was.

It would be cool to hear your theories. Have fun figuring out the meaning!

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