Classic Poem

don't cries to please my
mustn't broke) life Is
like that please stroke

for now stroke answers (but
now don't you' re hurting o
Me please you're killing) death

is like now That please
squirtnowing for
o squirting we're replies (at

which now O fear turned o Now
handspring trans
forming it

self int
o eighteen) Don't
(for) Please (tnights, on whose for

eheads shone
eternal pleasedon't;
rising:from the Shall.