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Let's see...here I post my poems both new and old. I dunno if anyone will like them really...

Now then. This poem is dedicated to a very special person in my life.

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Oh Sonic Team of Sega...where have the times gone? Old Sonic....Classic Sonic...he weeps...

Why?

His new games look very psychedelic. Like you can get complete euphoria from the visuals. But visuals are not everything. The game as a whole is important too...

Oh Sonic Team. No wonder New Sonic is high......yes...flying high in the sky...dreaming...

...of a good thing to happen? Who knows? You can't really see him, as he doesn't exist. If he did exist, you are probably the one that is high...

But it is all a matter of taste. Which do you prefer? Cool Classic...or High Hyper....Super Sonic....

It is up to you...the gamer...to decide which one suits you best.

This is not a poem.

What would you call it then? I'm not sure what to call it to be honest...

Could you explain please, Zeemort?

This is retarded stream of consciousness and ellipsis abuse

Stop trying, really.

All right then.