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4 endeavored to criticize:
this is true, excellent poetry
here on your blog damsel, you
are a perceptive young damsel!
what do you call this kind of poetry jade?
your's
is 1,2,3-
mine
is 1,2,3,4.
hehe :)
well. if you keep your form to
four lines you could call it a
quartet.
:)
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