1 = 1: or, one of them is unnecessary.
So youthful ambition told me stop!
Taking my time to the devil's fee,
My literary soda pop....
So whatever happened to me?
Rhyme and meter just a prop,
the vessel carries me to be free.
An ocean in every teardrop.
Swimming in waters of the sea
that editors tell me to crop.
My hope that you will believe
your home when you close shop.
There is nothing left to grieve
but the fables of Aesop.
The meaning cannot retrieve
gooey poetry in mainstream glop.
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