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Can you let my thoughts snow ball?
Can you roll me a cigarette and know all?
Take one fine drag of that sweet fag and consider situation global?
Consider the spirit of a poet is noble,
And can see the the deep truth of it with no gall
These are the thoughts of mine that snow ball..
Not woe small!
Nor ham fisted or Slow stall,
Humility comes before no fall,
Snow ball progressing with the cheer of his delight
sharing kindness to his fellows and most bright
were his eyes on the day he shared a kind word
with a man so depressed and stressed it be absurd!
On that day that poor man in the balm of your kindness
submitted to the lord his despair and his blindness..
All on a day and at such a time
As to make such an act quite sublime,
and for the subliminal is a poets field
forgive that your effort a poem must yield!
So forgive my character limit, I would go on and say it all,
But for now i'll say snow is no better, than when found in a ball!
;)
The commission gets what he wants, the rest get it for free,
this is the joy and the pain of the MiG Factoree!
You have a complaint and you give it to me
you complain that the swords are indeed OP
You tell me this and I reduce the fee
which in your case is nothing you see?
So this is all I can say to a lover like thee
And how to say it better than with poetry?
A man pays me kindly a man pays me well
To that man a sane man will his services sell
Whether you benefit of not few will ever tell
for at the bottom of the internet this poem doth dwell
So come to me any day either fair or fell
and whisper in my ear what makes your heart swell!
On that day ill make you a mod
though you think my prose all manner of odd!
And you will swear when it is all done
that small was the fair for such a fight won! xx MiG