Cherish cared a northward-ob,
Its OB as dusk as end,
Where’s north-northeast this Cherish faced,
The ob depressed again.
Which bereaved her while old each age,
It manned before the gold,
It had the ancient dust and dust,
Mid dust an ob on old.
I love poems and poetry but these are just plain weird poems! See what you think...
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