Comment on Hilltop Horror by Phatpuppyart-Studios

oh such poetry...
dear goodness i'm so pathetic compared to thee...

i'm all tone deaf, a bunchy can at least carry a tune...
the sound of breaking glass has more rhythm...
if you even dare call my hand poetry...

Now you... your angelic miraculous, wondrous poems, carry such marvelous and heavenly poems, it makes angels weep

the morning sun rises just to read your artistic hand... even the sweetness of birds could learn a thing or two from this precious artistic form...

now me?
PFFffff i cough out spit that is not fit for a whistle...

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