There was a young man from Calcutta.
Who could just eat nothing but butter.
So they took him away.
And now day after day
He just sits in a churn
The great nutter
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Poems in the Dark
PoésieShort exploratory poetry.. and some fun. Feelings, Questions. Statements. NOW Includes A new form of poetry I spend hours and days designing and developing. I call it "Twiin Poetry" or a "Twiin Poem" Its two poems that can be read a...
