The moon poem,
The poem about the 47 caves,
The tree, the castles, the ruins,
The poems about bravery,
And the record of beasts,
Do their bodies fit their titles?
How much is the woman's poem,
About a stone?
I wish you could tell me,
What fits the title,
I wish it was clear.
The man was honest,
Proven by his wish,
I want from here to there,
Something like this,
Dirt is brown and vast,
It holds and moves,
Changing shape constantly.
O, a good poem indeed,
Will follow this one,
If this one you did read,
As you write it,
Have fun.
The poem about the 47 caves,
The tree, the castles, the ruins,
The poems about bravery,
And the record of beasts,
Do their bodies fit their titles?
How much is the woman's poem,
About a stone?
I wish you could tell me,
What fits the title,
I wish it was clear.
The man was honest,
Proven by his wish,
I want from here to there,
Something like this,
Dirt is brown and vast,
It holds and moves,
Changing shape constantly.
O, a good poem indeed,
Will follow this one,
If this one you did read,
As you write it,
Have fun.
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