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I detect little granules of ice in my hot fudge sundae delight harder than baseballs, smaller than rice they froze sand and painted it white |
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that is astounding :D!!!!! I can feel the truth and passion... |
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It's based on a true story about a guy who bought ice cream at a roadside stand called the Twist 'n' Creme |
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I was not sure if the broad title "poem" meant that this thread was about your poem, or about creating our own poems, or eating poems, or the use of poems in nuclear fission. Regardless, here is part of a poem I made awhile ago. I have forgotten the rest. I'm feeling bored, so I'll go breed death poopoo Suckle my poison poopoo My manly death milk poopoo (C) w M w Don't steal this!!! |
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I'm feeling bored, so I'll go breed death poopoo Suckle my poison poopoo My manly death milk poopoo © Q4Z2X |
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