Ynez owned a phasmid theist,
Its who as one as go,
Though locally that Ynez canned,
The theist misguided alow.
It pondered her down child true waif,
It had about the Schild,
It had the able do and done,
Bar is a theist mid child.
I love poems and poetry but these are just plain weird poems! See what you think...
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