The incy-wincy spider crawling up my leg,
Down goes my eyes and out comes my scream,
Thwack goes the english book that's sitting next to me,
That incy-wincy spider won't be coming back again.
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Why do I even try to write poems?
PuisiSo I decided to write some poems, about different things. Most are about love or quite depressing. I will warn you now, I am not a poet, not many of my poems rhyme. None of them are any good. But at least I try, try to make people smile when they re...
