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YOU're writting is the masters slashing. The bees knees. One hand applauding. We sent this to the bird cage bottom of the landfill. The academy pushed it. They positively moved. Nothing like this has ever been written. The predetermination could not be made by us. In the future of your endeavour please just get a day job. We here at Publishers decided. Tantamount. Like acerbity hitting the oscillating fans. We all are in agreement that this falls into the area of banal generalities and fits this expertise of yours like nothing ever found. Compounded. Notes will be ascertained later. As soon as we can fly backwards. We will post denomination. Several of this committee fell all about the place just laughing at each others face. We simply no longer believe that you are a real person. Our filters usually remove robots and android persons. Usually we ask for a rewrite iff there was hope we could try again but in your case is the basket. Been there and done that is why we give it back. Its bubba turn now. We have differant rooms full of One Hundred MOnkeys reading all your poems they will soon get to your Gettysburg address. Redress your grievance make sure you add the postage this time make it manilla folder. NO further copy. HOT under the horses collar you gave me goose flesh hair is standing on end this thing it is the one thing that a poet is really good at doing is the ending of FEEDBACK.