Poetry

I have been working on my poetry. I think you will realize the advancements I have made.
Decidedly protest, my feelings anew.
Whither my fond or my near?
'Tis the wrong, farewell, the wrong.
My location to steer.

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  1. Looking down, looking up
    It's all in the level of the cup
    The robbers have some bags to take
    of money, but God, what doth He spake?

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