Whatever comes to mind,
Honest, good and kind.
Attention paid,
The wickedness slayed.
Tornado claw,
Operating from my core.
Wishing we were all awake,
Rhymes written at Camp crystal lake.
Itinerary is not to live miserably,
These young kids now feeling shitty,
Evil needs to be destroyed without pity.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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