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emporium poem

I entered the room of bumble bees,

everthing green as trees.

In the room of drunk dumbness,

men acted like babies with much more softness.

In the room of dreaded doom,

lost souls could never bloom.

In the room of opposite order,

The kindest man was charged in court.

 

emporium poem

I entered the room of bumble bees,

everthing green as trees.

In the room of drunk dumbness,

men acted like babies with much more softness.

In the room of dreaded doom,

lost souls could never bloom.

In the room of opposite order,

The kindest man was charged in court.