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Poems I wrote for you and you and you.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Epitome Of Epically Epic Poems Part 1
Ender was an epic man.
No! A boy. Oh damn.
Only six years of age,
It was hard to gauge
If he'd be like Neo,
The one with no ego.
But, before he was a third
And often called a turd.
His parents were embarrassed
As if they were some terrorists.
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