Nice Poem by Eurecha Shambylla
Nice
My nice and keep,
Would rather hard
Upon the lap,
If modest wierd
So fully trained
Since ever wait,
Not comfort tinned
Pin and the pleat,
After the stars,
Sing and behold
Such lovely fares,
His and will seed
Wind and the most
Accept the praise,
Duke and repent
What silly haste,
Bring fluffy this,
Cool ocean ounce
Reash waters fizz,
I am the grace.
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