I love them.
They keep me on my toes.
They keep me high.
They warm my fingers.
They smile at me.
They keep away the sleeping bug,
So I can blast away in a jam.
But if I have too much of them,
I pop.
And,
This is the shittiest poem
I have ever wrote.
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I conquer, but good that you're verbal.
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