Poems by the child of Apollo:ANTARCTIC aka me.

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Reads 134
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Parts 10
Time <5 mins

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Made from the gnomes 
The fairies flying in the garden 
Somewhere out a wolf running 
Running from rules
Running from life
It's name was
JOHN CENA!!!!!!!
Nah it was Antarctica.All Rights Reserved

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