The Mene

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Twas a time,

of a certain grime,

encrusting the clime,

bereft of lime,

hear the chime,

of moving mime,

companions nine,

marched in a line,

once upon a tine,

It adds to the pine,

but they be kine,

affixed on mine,

climb up the vine,

grasping a bine,

stopping to dine,

on food quite fine,

in an angular sine,

The Mene,

they keep inline.

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One Response to “The Mene”

  1. Mayaaar Says:

    O.O

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