Dear Mr. Weed, In My Garden
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There you are tenacious one.
I have beaten you to death many times,
or so I thought. Perhaps, I've only
severely wounded you.
I appreciate your tenacity, it astounds me.
I bow slowly but will come up
with sword in hand and I will
free your soul from your little green body.
thank you
goodbye
you are free!
Bu şiiri puanla
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