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I think I’ve got Old Rhymer’s Disease
You have no old Timer to please.
He’s got Retentia: constipation in the brain
Why can’t I grow old fallaciously?
I might grow old impatiently
Men grow older audaciously
Love her/him if it contents ya.
He’s up his own  arse with Pretentia.
Life is a farce which Tormentia.
I flew over a tree and felt Momentia
Before you die, try to  leave something behind which has helped ya
What a  pity there’s no term like Cadenzia.Well there is now
The vicar  has got Godblamer’s  Unease.
Godtamer, who will blame you?

 

 

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About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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