Copy me and make me cry,
Or do your own: actually try.
Plagiarism and copying,
You should have your own song to sing.
Kittens on here try their best,
It's not easy, when we're oppressed.
To write our own,
To originality,
Enables avoidance,
Near fatality...
So stop the copying!
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Sitting, thinking. Bones are aching. Working hard. Now hands are shaking. All this time spent. Thinking to write or. Just forgot. To finish the title. Don't really care. What it says. Just as long as.
I just have to say,. Opuss is quite a feat,. Stopping me update,. A status or tweet,. Enjoying myself,. Just taking the time,. To type something out,. And make the words rhyme,. I have to admit,.
Absorb the words.
Theres a funny way with poems. That i dont just dont get. Rymes limiy what you say. I havnt writen a good one yet. All the rymes they limit you. And stop you saying it properly.
Here's a little poem. Not sure what about. I'm hoping while I'm writing. I'll figure it out. Many things I've written. Some that make no sense. Some stories have been sexual. Some are pretty tense.
Welcome to Opussia,. I will be your guide,. Come on in the O-Mobile,. I'll take you for a ride,. We people are Opussians,. We're quite a varied bunch,. We love our many challenges,.
This man is a legend. Some people may say. By the things that he does. In his own special way. Writing his poems. And his long stories too. Just to be glad. He had wrote them for you.
Ok... I'm feeling very blank and dissapointed. I'm also feeling slightly uptight. There's been an uprising against using others work. I'm worried that you'll get out of shape with me.
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