Question:
Can you please scan my poem?
A simple joke incites it again
The twister spins with gusting wind
Lament is voiced to end the pain
But they fall limp under disdain
All efforts shot, the course is clear
It rips and tears as hope runs thin
It wips the fool and all who's near
The fool takes flight and disapears
The standing fight on through the storm
To break the shield of one too scared
The fallen wall reveals the norm
A crying child will start to form
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
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