Flex, for this is a test.
Crack the nuckles, stretch the neck, for today is going to be one hell of a test.
Fingertips to keys, my mind struggles to find the ease of flowing words,
It come in tides, it ebbs and it flows,
The careful ying and yang of words soon start to flow,
And before iI know it I have the beggining of a poem,
I soon start to conclude that this test is harder thean first presumed,
And so this poem is to be continued...
(renees comments to readers if any: hay so I wrote this on the spot, im litterally thinking and typing up this poem as i think it. So therefore its probably not the best, therefore it was a bit of a test.)
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