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I brought some verses on the page,

The metaphors lacked originality,

The words have become pale and sensitive,

The measure was just not right.

 

Words criticized my lack of taste,

In writing such a mess,

The verses summed only four,

However, she could do with less.

 

Now I have found another page,

Who doesn’t criticize,

My poetry, but sets remarks,

About my taste in ties.

 

Until I find a perfect page,

Which will appreciate,

My vivid sterling qualities,

I shall live without a PAGE.