Missing Sequel
There was a poem written.
I know. I read it myself.
Having, all the sincerity,
of any other poem, I’d keep on my shelf.
It came from a poem,
That was inspired by a comment,
That was left on my page,
And all I did, was paid homage.
There is a picture to be found,
I guess I can’t wait.
She says, It’ll set it off the ground.”
I can’t help but, anticipate.
So I guess I gotta sit-tight.
I know Rome wasn’t built inna-day.
I just want it posted, for the world to see.
It’s smooth. Like some Oil, of Olay.
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