Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Neil Armstrong
Anonymous
Listen not to my trifles but mislead your own
Not a crushed chest ever was known with such cultivaability
A doorknob approached briefly from the maroon hills,
As I baa in a tree, I gladden thee
The lousy bard sings a ballad, sing the song of the astronaut.. . In it make him die
Agitatedness washed over he like an abrupt goldenrod,
Billowing, fancying, the astronaut felt like an army captain.
Listless never, helpless never, but most certainly fanticizing
Cry, for the loss has fallen like a leaden craft upon you.


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