I am a youth. I have only written two poems in my life; one when I was nine and one when I was upset at my parents. Neither are appropriate for this website.
Yardwork is a terrible fiend
One that makes me coarse and mean
A small look at a shovel or rake
Makes my back immediately ache
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I got a new sense of style last night
One that expresses my feelings just right
Ready to flaunt myself to all in sight
'I got a new sense of style last night'
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