once apon a time there was a little boy who would cry so much so that his daddy was about to die so the dad hit in the head, until he was dead and the whole world sighed. .............. now i wish that little boy was you
in a far way land there was a deviant called pakaku which he tries to understand how to do poetry with his bare hand he trie and tries but nothing comes out until he puts all aside to think more deeply about... "why am i thinking?" "why am i trying?" "when i can copy paste!" "from the web poem waste"
(couldnt do better than this x'D my grammar is not to width)