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Random Poem:

The Thirty-Third of July

Hate mail,
on the thirty-third of July,
made me feel warm and I thought
it was ironic that roses have thorns.
And the words traveled,
                                  fell really,
from one line to the next,
and I'm sure that I'm not sure
any of it made sense,
but I felt accomplished.
I like this true last day in July,
how it fades leaves,
and snows on all the apples in the trees.
They soon came to terms with the ground,
                                                             fell really,
from thin arms that couldn't bear to hold on,
it was ironic how that tree was like a mother.
Hate mail,
on the thirty-third day of July,
and I thought,
                    fell really.

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