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Also thank you to those who didn't enjoy the poem or branched out and made their own version - that's what I love about poetry, it's open to interpretation. God bless freedom of expression. | |||
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#12
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My eyes are both red
My server is blue I long for my bed It is half-past two It's all in your head! You've nothing to do! That's what they said But now it's past two! I wish I were dead! I can't even poo! As I sit down to med I begin to rue That day I was led Into this zoo If only instead Of waiting in queue I might march on ahead Straight through this slough Of players wrong in the head With nothing to do Mayhap I should tread A path all new Oh, what was it said? Other than blue, In that one thread, Of fun things to do? Something about Red A server you! | ||
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#13
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Please come play with me
On Red Because its the same twelve people | ||
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Please come play with me On the containment server No fun being alone | |||
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#19
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Blue server obsession
Because red is full of cunts Quit whining you cunt | ||
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#20
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Roses are grey
Violets are grey I'm colorblind /cry | ||
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