Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

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: Hrumph

Its all a passing phase
the love
the pain
the lost of sight
something that is needed
to weed off the pest
eventually
reality kicks in
and practicality makes sense
we leave them by the altar
and move to new-zealand
where hobits live free
and liquor by the bucket full
so don't get married
get wasted
since both end up with dead brain cells
at least with liquor
we die faster

Enjoy.