I type this after eating ribs, my hand smell strongly of the sauce and soon my keyboard will too.
I think most of the human population now has heard of omegle, the site that matches you up with an anonymous stranger and you, equally anonymous, try and start a conversation. You'll usually never get a serious one, but I came across a very unique poet. I don't know his name or even if he's from the States, I only know his age: 16. He asked me though of my name and month of birth. I told him Cecilia, and May. And he wrote this about the month of May:
"Tis when the bloom comes form the rains harvest and what simple and full smells Come from the depths of flowery hearts does this month no any bounds of Greatness, from simple daphidilles to the sensous rose, is it not the best of times For those to gaze upone the bounty of nature at its finest,tis something that could Be said for a woman that sounds so enchanting like the splendors of the month it holds"
I don't know if he has just a stash of poems for each month that he generically hands out to people over omegle, if he maybe plagiarized another poet, or maybe he did make it up on his own, but either way I discovered a new piece of art today.
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