Poetry CreatOR II
Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff
with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson
| Agatha Christie |
| Anonymous |
| The arguing pair fancy with a sorrowful torn ligament |
| "Alms for the poor!" cried the keenly, amorous Agatha Christie |
| It bites with tempermental, lethargic abandon, |
| Figment of the imagination ? Never.. . The jousting went on |
| The day wearies, the hunting of killer whales is fruitless, come to my embrace |
| As he gazed into her eyes he observed "You don't sweat much for being so frigid." |
| Billowing, inventing, the author felt like a nurse. |
| Listless never, helpless never, but most certainly remembering |
| Cry, for the loss has fallen like a leaden C5-A upon you. |
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