Blank page, blank page,
You seem to be the sudden rage.
Please reinburse
Our painstakenly written verse.
I scream and plead, "Enough, enough!"
To whoever keeps ending our stuff!!!
ME too, I feel, I love this place.
I come here to rest my face,
Wit chuckles and smiles from ear to ear.
You stifle my happiness, I fear
One day I'll become as miserable as the one.
The one, who's blocked the warming sun,
And taken away my daily cheer.
Until then, I'll start anew
these poems of whim and subterfuge
as if in a paintbox of rouge

Hi there!
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Whoops, well, I musta just mistya.
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Nice try, try agian sometime. ME.