I am but a simple blogger who aspires to put into verse some of my wacky ideas.
Everything seemed hopeless until i rose
Everything seemed to wither except Rose
Everything seemed ugly and twisted only Rose
Everything lost meaning until Rose arose
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She sashayed into the room everyone was awed
The dancing she stopped and male jaws dropped
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Quandary is quite quaint
Quarantined thoughts leave no quarter for qualm
Queasy quests produce no quibbles
The queer and querulous quelled to quietus
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I shall scream, scream till my lungs smart
You cannot start to stammer a stuttering scream
There is nowhere else to run, nowhere to hide
So scream I shall, awaken the beast within
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