Form Matters (or Rhythm versus Language: a Failure)

A Poem by gingerfella

There was a young girl from Strathclyde

Who decided upon suicide

Unloved and distressed

Alone and depressed

Kept taking the pills ‘til she died

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Added on November 2, 2011
Last Updated on November 2, 2011

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