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this is close as i get to poetry. back in college(as is often the case) me and my friends got really into hip hop and made some songs, heres my favorite verse i wrote
this lyrical dexterity is known to be rarity, a disease without a cure, curious like the cat that was killed by the allure.
sippin on some cheap wine, im straight off the grape vine, aged, distillied, and ready to spit rhymes.
cause i hit more greens than tiger woods, supply the flame, cause i demand to feel good.
we on some hippie shit, trippin' in the meadows, cause weed and psychedelics go together like bed fellows.
and even though its all chill, sometimes i feel ill, sorta like sisyphus pushing boulders up a hill. i can't complain though
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