Bows on a string.

I was asked to do something I didn’t want to do.
I was asked politely, with a bonecrusher.
I was asked to pay.

I ate an apple from the gutter today.

“She was a poem” – Twas the most beautiful thing I heard someone say aujourd’hui.

I’ve heard pretty lousy poems.
Some fairly airy, otherwise grand!
Most of my poems aren’t really poems.
Perhaps she’s from Thailand.

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