Its a fictional or seemingly fictional work created before bed-time and the blog writer does not own up to to any unexpected consequence.
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The Poem
How would you feel,
when a certain wheel,
begins to reel a story.
unfolds there , a story of despair
and I its lead, the one to feel.
tis but my fate, that has learnt to go wrong,
tis now its job to make me sob,
and earn more ears to the story.
And now I begin with the play,
tis about a girl and her just another day.
stupid,crappy,shitty she
done dozen things to set herself free.
she never knew from what she wished to be free,
until she realised, pha! it sucks!
the fight is enough, I'd rather be refree.
Then came a time when she rose to wisdom,
she understood, goodness doesnt always work,
all you could do to be happy,
knock yourself off from being crappy
shut those ears and begin to yawn,
sleep before sunset, wake up before dawn.
-©Pepper
when a certain wheel,
begins to reel a story.
unfolds there , a story of despair
and I its lead, the one to feel.
tis but my fate, that has learnt to go wrong,
tis now its job to make me sob,
and earn more ears to the story.
And now I begin with the play,
tis about a girl and her just another day.
stupid,crappy,shitty she
done dozen things to set herself free.
she never knew from what she wished to be free,
until she realised, pha! it sucks!
the fight is enough, I'd rather be refree.
Then came a time when she rose to wisdom,
she understood, goodness doesnt always work,
all you could do to be happy,
knock yourself off from being crappy
shut those ears and begin to yawn,
sleep before sunset, wake up before dawn.
-©Pepper
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