I get really bored in classes sometimes, and this is the result.
Logic? Quote:
Yes, yes once again
Writing wicked rhymes at ten
This is a class you must attend
Or you'll never learn defense
And that right there is one expense
You can't afford, so spare the chance
Listen up, and watch this dance
The words, they move, twist and prance
Singing of a trite romance
Spilled over this white expanse
Got to wash the blood from hands
And watch it trickle through his hands
After traveling through the sands
His life, like this verse, it ends.
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