Poemhunter's Personal Spammer
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PoemHunter's personal spammer,
Has returned yet again.
With words of hateful malice,
Which are all in vain.
Why don't you write poetry,
Instead of staining it.
Mucky comments everywhere,
Of a poetry hypocrite.
You spam everywhere,
With an axe to grind.
A sad little old man,
With a mind maligned.
You just can't stop,
Enjoying trouble and strife.
You need to grow up,
And simply get a life.
Bu şiiri puanla
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