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This poem is untidy,
Just like my thoughts it's in topsy-turvy,
Like how I wear shirt that is baggy,
Like my jeans that's so shabby
Like my hand written so scruffy.
The last letter in the first stanza is y,
Just like how they asked me with their why's,
Just like how new fellow saying hi,
Time will make them say the word goodbye.
Now that this is no direction,
The route that I am going through is no destination,
This poem created full of my imagination,
I don't know if I should say the word congratulation.
Now that my thoughts are disorderly,
I can't even think properly,
My mind is in great disarray,
I think it's time to give up to him all negativity and pray.
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