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Wednesday, 6 September 2017

My Own Poems

It was nightfall, and he was tall and he followed the protocol,
His breath made me want to experience death,
It was bitter it smelt like a cats litter,
He said he was an artist and smartest of them all,
Said he owned a kingdom and it is called Princedom,
We made a bet on if it was true then I ended in debt
I had to got to the bank headquarters,
His name was Jerry then I realized it was imaginary


I went to the swamp and saw a wasp,
This species seemed greasy,
I saw a snake charmer and he was wearing a lot of armor,
He thought he was on the road to glory but the snake was predatory,
He said the snake was stolen and thought for a moment,
If he stole the snake he is in a crisis


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