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The woods are lovely, dark and deep There’s no reason why I shouldn’t sleep Dear Mr Frost, now don’t you weep That your poem has been screwed by this creep P.S. Really sorry about screwing up this classic poems. It … Continue reading →

The same old autos The same old puddles The same old dug-up roads The same old traffic cops The same old commuters The same old failed actors The same old red signals The same old beggars The same old route … Continue reading →