so, uh, here's the second one.
it's beth's. i don't think it's as good as the previous one. okay, it's an epic failure i guess. i'm just stuck.
if things sound weird here and there, please tolerate me. i don't know how to write a proper poetry.
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"Dear, are the bowls yet to be clean soon?"
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My dear kettle holder, you ought to hear this
This secret sigh o'er the corner they miss
Naughty little frets like poor blighted orphans
No, Marmee shan't discover, look at me, pleasant
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Dripping from the pail, water to wash the dishes
Ash, its flutter don't fail, mocking not only feathers
Silence no longer is the mourn of Joanna the frail
Of all the crossest, most wicked thoughts you may hail
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Oh, my darling tinges locked in chambers of ivory
The stiffness here, the wrinkles there, I'm very sorry
I'd be more than delighted to redeem some old friends
Whom I miss, but, oh, these least nimble mends!
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By the firelight, Mother, Father, and Sisters
With jolly lark, keeping me from hideous blisters
As meek as a mouse, this little one gazing for the shore
Where one shall greet the Friend, peace and joy to the core
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how's it?
tell me what you think, kay? i really need your feedback.
hugs and kisses and pies and cookies for everyone.