Fredi had an artless in,
Its state as shaped as ohm,
Yet thoughtfully this Fredi birthed,
The in bottled alone.
It omened her at whose large owl,
It eyed upon the Schild,
It hoped the person kink and ward,
To White an in neath child.
I love poems and poetry but these are just plain weird poems! See what you think...
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