JustBent
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Someone once told me
I was damaged goods.
That I was broken,
And could not be mended.
Someone once told me
It was really no wonder
That no one loved me
...and I agreed with them.
It all comes to this.
One, one two, one two three, one two three four.
These poems, such a masterpiece
Heck, you'd be a fool to ignore.
