A Hurried Baby Cyclism Poem by Edward Hayes56
A Hurried Baby Cyclism
To find happiness is a task, much hard, said captain piccard, on the starship valdemard, as he approached a monster the likes never seen before, which squirmed on the floor like a broken trapdoor, many a times he said joy was only in his head but then he found that in the ground was rock like a sled, a joyous bore like none had ever seen before, his name was jack, a moron, ill say no more than that.
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4/25/2024 3:23:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love it. So deep. So emotional. I want more!