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Life is entertaining She is entertaining He is entertaining I'm entertaining You're entertaining In some way Everything can be entertaining Sometimes it's boring But at one point in life It's entertaining You could say that Life is boring She is boring He is boring I'm boring, or maybe bored You're boring But then you'll say, "Well not all the time" Therefore, At one point it's entertaining Now, where am I going with this you may ask? I have no idea! But if you're ever bored, You'll be able to find something that's entertaining You only have to look And you'll find something This poem went nowhere, But tell me if you get what I'm saying.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
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Entertainment
Life is entertaining She is entertaining He is entertaining I'm entertaining You're entertaining In some way Everything can be entertaining Sometimes it's boring But at one point in life It's entertaining You could say that Life is boring She is boring He is boring I'm boring, or maybe bored You're boring But then you'll say, "Well not all the time" Therefore, At one point it's entertaining Now, where am I going with this you may ask? I have no idea! But if you're ever bored, You'll be able to find something that's entertaining You only have to look And you'll find something This poem went nowhere, But tell me if you get what I'm saying.
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"One fine morning,                                       As usual Mary went for jog,                    and while returning home, she checked the letter box,                      Besides the usual bills, advertisements and offers              There lay this ominous letter in black and crimson color...                                                 and of course,              curiosity got better of her and she was ripping of the edges                                     and on scanning the contents                                          she gave out a shrill cry...                                           her fingers trembling                                          her forehead sweating...                                                                                 It was a suicide letter!!                                       A letter with news of death                                             A letter from a man                                                  who wrote this                                          before his few last breaths...                                        Slowly she read each word..                              each one of them echoing in her head..                                        the letter went as follows- Dear Jane, I love you a lot, and I know you will be in shock and pain, but I couldn't handle it anymore, I found my answers in the dark, I found solace in enternal bliss, I just want you to stay strong, and fulfill my last wish, so lend me your attention, woman, Do  you remember that old paino we have in the attic?, I want you to gift that to my small sister, Lily is naive and she would miss me and won't find any thing To call her own anymore, Give her this paino so that she may hold it dear to her heart, If you don't do this for me, then I am afraid my soul wouldn't rest, and in a fortnight I would be chasing you as a ghoul, you will always be my girl, Love,           Peter                              Mary read and re-read again and again,                              then she finally gave a sigh of relief,                    and picked up her phone and went to do laundries,                                                      You see,                         the letter had reached the wrong destination.                                                (what a irony)"
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
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"One fine morning,                                       As usual Mary went for jog,                    and while returning home, she checked the letter box,                      Besides the usual bills, advertisements and offers              There lay this ominous letter in black and crimson color...                                                 and of course,              curiosity got better of her and she was ripping of the edges                                     and on scanning the contents                                          she gave out a shrill cry...                                           her fingers trembling                                          her forehead sweating...                                                                                 It was a suicide letter!!                                       A letter with news of death                                             A letter from a man                                                  who wrote this                                          before his few last breaths...                                        Slowly she read each word..                              each one of them echoing in her head..                                        the letter went as follows- Dear Jane, I love you a lot, and I know you will be in shock and pain, but I couldn't handle it anymore, I found my answers in the dark, I found solace in enternal bliss, I just want you to stay strong, and fulfill my last wish, so lend me your attention, woman, Do  you remember that old paino we have in the attic?, I want you to gift that to my small sister, Lily is naive and she would miss me and won't find any thing To call her own anymore, Give her this paino so that she may hold it dear to her heart, If you don't do this for me, then I am afraid my soul wouldn't rest, and in a fortnight I would be chasing you as a ghoul, you will always be my girl, Love,           Peter                              Mary read and re-read again and again,                              then she finally gave a sigh of relief,                    and picked up her phone and went to do laundries,                                                      You see,                         the letter had reached the wrong destination.                                                (what a irony)"
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