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I have this problem, I love writing poetry.
But I hate doing it for school.
I re-wrote my nonsense poem, into a different poem...
indigo thoughts on indigo paper [10]
buttons pressed annoyed the painter [10]
scrunched together in a nook [8]
limp like childish dreams down a brook [8]
tart not blinking [4]
the scarf's malarkey shrinking [8]
indigo thoughts on indigo paper [10]
buttons pressed annoyed the painter [10]
into:
Indigo thoughts on indigo paper
buttons press, annoyed the painter.
His heart no bigger than a nail,
but her love for him went stale.
'how to start?' she's thinking
all their time was sinking.
Indigo thoughts on indigo paper,
buttons pressed annoyed the painter.
Ohhh, poetry. ♥
But I hate doing it for school.
I re-wrote my nonsense poem, into a different poem...
indigo thoughts on indigo paper [10]
buttons pressed annoyed the painter [10]
scrunched together in a nook [8]
limp like childish dreams down a brook [8]
tart not blinking [4]
the scarf's malarkey shrinking [8]
indigo thoughts on indigo paper [10]
buttons pressed annoyed the painter [10]
into:
Indigo thoughts on indigo paper
buttons press, annoyed the painter.
His heart no bigger than a nail,
but her love for him went stale.
'how to start?' she's thinking
all their time was sinking.
Indigo thoughts on indigo paper,
buttons pressed annoyed the painter.
Ohhh, poetry. ♥