Ok so this morning I channel flicked twelve television stations recording the first word I heard on each. The words where:
Mother, Dump, Building, Deeply, Selling, Location, Sounds, Three, Can't, Think, Reconfigure, Great.
So Here's my poem containing those words.
Rather than selling up brother,
which deeply concerns our mother.
Let's reconfigure this dump, my plea
by building house number three.
I can't think of a better motivation
than the sounds of this great location.
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I deeply and most sincerely think I'm building skills in this location.
Not that I'm over selling Wattpad I ask you dump the sounds of silence to reconfigure my thoughts.
I know you can't mother me but it would be great if you could spare three seconds to vote and comment.
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