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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago—
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THEY SAY YEAT KEEP ON EVOLVING HOW SO STEADY WITH IT THEY SAY YEAT HOW POCKETS SWOLLE YOU GOTTA SHOW ME THIS ISH BOUTTA TELL YOU HOW IM DOING THIS ISH I GOT THE DEVIL ON MY PHOE HE TELL ME KEEP DOIN THIS ISH DEVIL TOLD ME HOW TE GET RICH HOW MANY BANDS
This sucks. Who even reads poems? ?