The Random Poetry Contest Entry
|In a very difficult year,
Many a friend would disappear.
Others you know would draw you near.
Stop with the fear. Stop with the fear.
Some stick by you and close the ranks,
Forget those other worthless wanks!
Remember ones protecting flanks...
For them give thanks. For them give thanks.
When this gigantic hell is done,
Then rejoice in the knowledge won.
You know who sticks and who will run.
Favorite son… Favorite son.
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