This Is A Game Out Poetry Class Did. We Write Down A Line And Then Had Someone Else Write One.?
15. Feb, 2010 
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What can I say about a man called Hans who steals my lunch every single day?
He looks just plain stupid. He’s missing teeth, broken nose, and a laugh that would torture your ears.
Pity shall fly from my tongue while anger will subside
In the heart.
In the lungs.
No man can escape his past but hopefully learn by [...]
