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My first attempt at the intro to a verse novel. The first of many poems. |
| It all began with click and flash, Mario Kart Wii dart and dash. The room was rampant With rotten waste. It held an arrogant Lack of taste. The room's keepers Had no haste. Life was slow for Victor and Tom. Nintendo was there Symbolic prom. They were males aged seventeen not called cool or calm. Tonight, this night, They sulked about Their lives so white. Victor would pout At their pitfalls. He would purge plight out. |