Tender is the moonlight that melts into my room
Tickling and mesmerizing with its silver bloom
Trecherouse as a scaloom
That sits on my broom
And goes "va-roooom"

this poem is super! I wish i had the talents that you have. you are a god. can i be just like you? please. maybe not. oh well, im over it. bye.
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The moment it came to be red
I see-saw know plus(?) 'twas time to vac!
In utter words (most minus)end inn short
of wear its at...Yo man, it SUCKED!