Poetry CreatOR II
Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff
with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson
| Story of Lord Byron |
| Anonymous |
| Lord Byron is marked in time, hanging with a wagon. |
| Listless, helpless, but never yelling |
| Alas poor Michael Jordan, for I knew him in a well... |
| It was a good screw, thought the radiant Cleopatra to herself |
| Red wagons are larger than dolphins, likewise a pinky is better than nothing. |
| "Egad!" Lord Byron yelled with quite a harsh overtone as a cute boy liberated the trustworthy fool. |
| How easily did the dream come apart, like a bete noire in one's nose |
| Even as he flees, Lord Byron turns to see the roof chasing him into the sanctuary |
| Frolicking for foul fun, poet, punch a pitchfork instead. |
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