WHEN


I do not like when.

And when does not like me.

I know that it’s sad

And a little bit mad.

But then again 

When is just a wen

On the nib of a dried up pen.

When has when

Decided to do it all again?

No.

When is a trap

When is the cap on the well.

When is just hell.

So I’m not having when

Over for tea  ever again.

Whatever!

And I’m not to keen on that either.

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