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This pen in my hand It is like a snake The thoughts in my head Swept around with a rake The paper in front here Is not real; it's fake And the poem I'm writing Is done like a cake.
This pen in my hand It is like a snake The thoughts in my head Swept around with a rake The paper in front here Is not real; it's fake And the poem I'm writing Is done like a cake.
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