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A poem I wrote for someone, deciding to post it here. It probably doesn't make much sense, but then, not much of my writing does.
My mind, how blank To many, quite rank For you, an equal A relation Not regal Might I say However slight A nice ray Of light I'm not sure The reason For this kind Of season The type In which I swipe With pitch For that Which I need Which you have Something like Care Rhymes with Despair But I Enjoy Your company And I Enjoy Your care.
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