Now, at last, my rhyme is through.
Leave the judgement? Up to you.
Out of me, all this does take.
Comment, please, before I wake.
Or read and leave.
I‘ll hold no grudge.
You be the judge.
Submitted:Sep 16, 2008 Reads: 300 Comments: 28 Likes: 13
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