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Where the Dicken's are my poems,
They have all simply disappeared.
A whole glutch of utter nonsense,
Some awful and some quite weird.
They were there this morning,
A pile of low brow poetic art.
I will look again to find them,
But I'm beginning to lose heart.
If truly lost I shall revise them,
An oversight to make any poet sad.
But for any reader far far worse,
For I'll rewrite them twice as bad.
Bu şiiri puanla
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