Alot of randomness
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Rumble Jumble mixed and tumbled
Art has no form, honey bees bumble In my jungle, whispers and mumbles Paint a picture, colors fumbled, Repeat these lines, repeat these time A life in circles, death, divine, Life goes on, some are reborn, Or sent to heaven, or pricked by thorns Just learn a lesson, its your fate A poem now, is none too late Vote for this poem |
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