What drooling wonders are all existing.
Pathetic fates for fame
Redundant places of moon, sun and stars.
Shut teeth together!
Thy door is closed with those a slumber.

This poem was about these kids in my class that were talking. I kept imaging them drooling all over themselves because they were talking so much I wanted to see if they had not started already. I really wanted them to shut up so I could sleep with peace. The poem sounds better than the why I actually...

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