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Let's get married. We'll live forever. Everything will be perfect, and they'll never find the bodies, Skeletons in our closet; in our crawlspace.   The music is up until 2:00 AM, but what are they going to do?
Pour the knowledge into my brain, For what a pity it would be For me to learn in turn for me, So pour it in, I'll spray it out, and so on until I'm insane.   I can regurgitate ideas!
Peotry is a wonderful excercise for those who's minds wonder lacking the concentration to write novels and lofty papers A poet will describe the vomit on the sidewalk a writer will detail how it got there
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