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Perig3e Jan 2011
Would that life could be this simple,
that a poet could dip his pen,
write a poem that paid his mortgage princ'ple.
All rights reserved by the author
9pm the prince guard arrived
He looking for the princess
But nobody was in the castle
The prince already move to th other castle
But the princess not following him
The prince guard confused with this things
He has command by the prince to protect her
But the princess wasn't in the castle

Next chapter

Her sister carry out the prince guard
The queen runaway because she doesnt want to get involved
Another sister said to the princess's step daughter
About what happen to her mother
She said "let give your mother some medals"
"lets make some dance ball and kingdom contest
Because your mother has already get nasty habbit
And no one can even stop her even your own father"

Is this looking like the end of their kingdom?
Is it will broke and she nver get her princ on her own?
Let see what happen in the next chapter
Cause the story has already began.
27th March, her prince guard came visited her nan's house.
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2017
sometimes it's worth hiding "punctuation" marks in brackets, notably enclosed exclamation marks, or question marks, where a comma ought make an indentation, otherwise.

when people write with a ©
in mind
rather than a heart,
well... was anything really written,
if anything at all (?)
    other than minding anything
other than a gnat bite?
the annoyance of a *teeeeen

princ'esss?
            just asking, seems
a poem with © dicta to be both
plagued by a fatigue to read,
or to cherish, and most probably
written by a daughter of some
high-flying lawyer...
  pretty boring stuff...
with art less managed,
than the shortcomings of the "art"
extended, into a quest
for the security of making "laws"...
just like:
those poems that become
akin to newspapers...
today's hot-bagels, tomorrow's
maggot infused trash,
wishing the status of being toilet
paper:
       not soft enough, sorry.

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