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For this is the tendency of poems until they suddenly

The pollen's tough at this latitude, so just adjust your attitude with some antihistamine pills, liquid, or a cream. Or take it as a sign that it’s about that time you study for real 'cause you don't have time to kill though you like to think you do, but you're still not through with the school of pharmacy. You're just committing larceny by stealing that time from your studies to create rhymes.

It is uncouth to hide the truth. They should be sorry. This is your story. A long time ago, about twenty six years, Mom and Dad were strolling the pier. At first there was silence, but then a strange sound: A squeak, a squeal? There was nothing around! Mom noticed it first, a large black mass. She didn't know what it was, but she had to act fast! She screamed to dad and they ran together down to the beach to what changed them forever. A small young orca, not even a year, lay on the beach whistling in fear. Where was her family? Where had they gone? All she knew was something was wrong. Reaching the dolphin (some would say whale) They

Jack beat Nimble Jack beat Quick but couldn't handle the candle stick. Jack burned hand Jack burned face and everyone laughed at his disgrace. Jack cried days Jack cried years and never remedied all his tears. Jack grew old Jack grew weary and till his death, lived in fear he’d Jack be usless Jack be fool because he lived in others' rule.