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*sigh* I love it when she's vicious.:D
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Who? Me? I'm not being vicious. I thought it was funny as shit. It was great satire. Great work. Funny stuff.
Oh, Marley...poetry doesn't have to rhyme. If it doesn't and a lot of times it won't any more, it's called free verse. I don't rhyme, because I think it sounds juvenile. Also, I like beat poetry which seldom rhymes.
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