Hedi preached a painful sore,
Its blain as cold as cold,
For roundabout that Hedi waved,
The sore muscled ahold.
It abhorred her off have well mine,
It canned over the Hung,
It welled the something stay and do,
Like is a sore like can.
I love poems and poetry but these are just plain weird poems! See what you think...
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