Mercilessly he stabs
Then he take his hammer
Strait to the abs
Slash fore good measure
Almost done those slabs
He'll finish for summer
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Poetry by ArtIsMe
PoetrySome random poetry that I made. Some of these I used in my classes at school. Do not use with out my permission. All is made by me, so is the cover. All resemblance is coincidental.
