To all the spammers,
May you find your end in Hell
Next to Carrot Top.
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Boredom, like the sound
of snow falling around me,
comforts and quiets.

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I suck at haiku,
hated poetry in school.
Today, I still do.
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Hey, that last one rhymed. Maybe I'll go warm up some eggrolls.

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