right now i'll post the poems that i can find ones i make up now and ones i have memeroized.
Its not his name but its what we call him.
You think we would feel bad, but he made us so mad.
But you should know our tale of woe.
And he, my friends, is the star of our show.
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My colorless utopia, where color doesn't matter.
My colorless utopia, where racsim doesn't exsist.
My colorless utopia, where love and happiness prospers.
My colorless utopia, where the proud brave live.
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