May4 Better Left Unsaid Posted on May 4, 2025 by Mystertim Standard I was sitting there unblinking, Rhyming shears that were a-pinking. Then my brain began a-thinking, How this poem was a-stinking. 05/04/2025 Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
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