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I overflow (a poetic joke)
Here I stand, A majestic cascade, In my hand, A rose about to fade, It was my friend, Must rescue her from the dead, I overflowed and killed it instead. Here I stand, An old faucet broken, In my hand, A pile of dish to rinse, When mom is done, Tries to turn my switch, I overflow; it's my glitch. Here I am, A poet self-proclaimed, In my mind, Are time-proven thymes, Poems of all kinds No one would read, I overflow my poetry indeed. I am the cascade, Mourn for roses I've killed, A broken faucet, That refuses to be still, Yet again, offering no apology, Lawyers overflow, just like me.
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