Upon this throne of writ i sit
Awaiting thy offerings of wit and yet
I wonder if verse you make
Will force my sunken frown to break
The object is simple, all those who feel worthy; make me laugh.
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I can not write what you have insight but I will rhyme to bring a chyme in your mind when you see my lines. They are not placed in order nor written before. I just make these up as I type and delete some words in order to keep going un-discouraged. By this point I am rambling on and have re-read my lines to keep it on in my mind so that I may impress your kind with these words of mine.