stirring on poetry

we have to stop missing the title so grossly, said breadroll.
true, said sponge, there is an issue, would you do a little writeup on it?
pff, said breadroll.
i think we got it quite well there, said block of wood, back then.
does he have to read a poem every now and then, said breadroll.


what do we have here? it is a new year. breadroll took a bow and cheered his performance.
shorter, sponge said. o dear, a new year. that’s modern, that’s vibrant and new. besides, we’re late, as in late late. better go to the threadmill.
blokk craved the poems in breadroll’s crust. i put me shoes on, he said.

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