The terrace is thirsty.
Let leave it to be fed.
Fed with what exactly.
Isn't this just Monopoly.
Monopoly of what exactly.
Simply,are you asking me
Of course yes.
This can't be a joke.
Than let's just make it one.
You know that isn't possible.
Of course it must.
Don't throw yourself into the river.
Why should you.
Do we speak there language.
No.
We have 'our' own lingua.
That's what it is best called.
Byeeeee!!!!!
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PoetryBASICALLY POEMS, QUOTES.THE PURGATION OF FEELINGS WHEN BEEN HURT.
