Limerick
Succedere
Burden of giants our mothers inherit Borne without question or mention of merit Bequeathed unto to those To whom life they transposed
44 in 33
This is for Real Poetics unofficial challenge, check it out! I'll be 44 In the year of 2033 That is of course if this chronic kidney disease Doesn't get the better of me.
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A Sip of Amour
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Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsNo One
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