January 20, 2010
To be good in words is bad
Coz’ poets are all very sad
People say we are all mad
Money, we never once had
Poets are not all that
So don’t take off your hat
In love we always fall flat
Trampled upon as if a mat
Impress WW… Still I can’t
His affection still unbent
It becomes a form of rant
Which I can only use to vent
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