Poetry Failure

Some bad poetry:

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The road stretches on,

My eyes are tired,

If I don’t arrive,

Will anyone look for me?

Probably.

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A fish swims round his bowl,

A fish swims round his bowl,

He has a three second memory,

Or does he?

Murderer.

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Snow falling, wind blowing.

A couple cuddling, a fire blazing.

A window fogging, a hobo staring.

Memories flowing, six nipples erecting.

Husband rising, curtains drawing.

The game continues.

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