Could a time machine exist if it was built to fix the wrong because if we have a perfect past we wouldnt need one

A poem’s a poem If it ends in a rhyme A poet’s a poet If he writes in spare time A poet grows famous

He was the greatest gladiator That came from a distant land He never had to pick up a sword All he threw was sand He knew what he was doing

It human nature to hate the silenc… Since it’s only quite when your al… So surround yourself with many fri… And let sound fill your home

I covered it in blankets Even gave it a thermometer I called up my doctor To see if he could save my monitor He said he’s no repair man

A poem of heart break anger and st… Is a poem created from the dark th… Don’t write of things that only ma… In order to feel better you must w… I do not wish to read of misery an…

There once was a boy Who was sent to the store He followed the path Till it led to a door The door was old

My friends all bragged Of the things they did James fought a lion But had let it live A snake bit Will

There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long

There once was a kid who balanced… on roofs, wires, and rocks he decided to raise the risks in a… where he would balance on top of a crock

The rains kept a comin It seemed they wouldn’t stop The clouds just kept on pouring Till they squeezed out every drop The lightning pierced the ground

He moved so very quietly Peeking through the blades of gras… Of the tribe of lion hunters He was the very last He leapt from the bushes