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Your
poem. Your poetry as a howle group. You seem to suffer a broad back
lack of education. The predicates fight with the adjectives and the
misspellings they are atrocious. If this is done on purpose why you
are just an idiot becoming moronic. How ironic. Instead of coming off
cute you stink. Like the deep dark well I suppose it could be fixed
we can edit out the nose. Rethink the prose. Educate the author if
there was time and money enought. Better yet suggest a rewrite of it
all. Send in the ghost writer to fix your poems make them over wrote
in English language I suppose to propose using proper nouns and
further mores. Stop the mistakes by plugging holes in dikes with
fakes. You seem to have the proverbial hard on for society. Or
minimal brain damages. They probably assuredly find you in print and
line the bird cages with your minty offerings. Perhaps your picture
on the dart bored in the offices. They hold up the magazines with
links and pictures and they blow both nostrils as they pinch the
corner with the thumb and forefinger holding it at bay and then they
drop it gently in the trash. A poet did not know it they were graphic
in guffawing gnawing gnashing with the ideas that they have forming
what to do what to say what to act out in the fantasy when they
finally get control of all your words. Password protect all your
edits. Making up rhyme is fine but the making of a poem is still the
poets business. But in your case its only ulcerous.