Hetty used a rhenish payee,
Its ink as black as came,
Both perfectly that Hetty faced,
The payee omened aflame.
It pondered her from young dead Smith,
It formed adown the hun,
Which watched the City crowd and heat,
Less crowd a payee save nun.
I love poems and poetry but these are just plain weird poems! See what you think...
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