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There’s nothing more comforting
Than the smell of your grandparents house
And surprise family visits
And tramping
(minus the comfort part).
Context:
This is the worst poem I’ve written. Up until this point I had been writing a poem every day, and after this garbage somehow got approval from my mind to be scribed into my notebook I knew I had to ease back on the quantity.
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