My 5 second PoemTry and try as you might To wish me a fright I must be whisked away into the night Your thoughts may want me dead But the best you'll get is my bed With that being said I shall be logging off So you may go back to your troff To settle yourself into a tasty meal No I dont think it'll be veal I'll just send you 1 notch Of your bitter-sweet butterscotchMy 5 second Poem
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