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THE WHEELCHAIR (Free verse) by Garrett S Sexton

Shiney,new,and decent.I took it for a whizz. A rum tum full of fun,but.I wish.I had my legs!

Garrett S Sexton 20-Feb-03/2:03 PM
The answer is in the poem you thickie. Now listen - noone cares about what your family have done. Poetry comes from within - it's not hereditary and you are very obnoxious to think that people enjoy your poetry. You haven't even got the decency or the nails to give yourself an original pseudonym. The closest you will get to be a true poet is to die young tragically. There is something for you to achieve. But my little angel, other than that, smell you later. Ha ha. (ps only joking)




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