“Ode to an Eternal Lover”
A balmy Spring day,
A single feather; floating gently, aimlessly, in an airy breeze,
Somehow lands right in your big yappy mouth and you choke and turn blue and die.
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A fart spread in the wind.
Going in my mouth.
Yummy.
That was a haiku
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I don’t think I have ever written a poem in my entire life. I enjoy others poems 
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There once was a man from Nantucket.
His d…
What?
Oh. Sorry.
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