A poetry, however hard it tries,
Will always be pastoral.
Never forget the idyllic and bucolic poetry.
I cannot help but stop and look at learned editors.
Do editors make you shiver?
do they?
How happy is the fat compose!
A compose is fattish. a compose is adipose,
a compose is rich, however.
When I think of the typing, I see correct statements.
Never forget the cuckoo and goofy typing.
How happy is the book essay!
Does the essay make you shiver?
does it?
Why would you think the writer is unoriginal?
the writer is the most original literate of all.
Are you upset by how seminal it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the writer so avant-garde?
About the Creator
Aava Sharma
I am a student currently studying at grade 12.
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