Day 199: October 5

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Eye herd a storey 

This tail is confusing
I mussed admit strait out

I can’t begin too understand
Eye’m stuck without a doubt

I highed a helping hand

Someone to work me threw

This riting disaster of a poem

Someone who said he new

The help was a pear of twins

Who hailed from an aisle in grease

One was a buoy and one was a girl

and they advocated four world piece

The twins maid me reed

This poem to them allowed

I didn’t struggle all two much

And fore that I’m very proud

I cent the twins out fast

They were boring seouls

I wanted someone fun; mary

Sum won outta control

I maled out a letter
A dressed to the ‘funny sun’

And quikly received a reply

At precisely five seconds passed quarter two won

He said heed help me -
“no problem, for shore”
We then maid a date
for July first at twenty past for

The sundae arrived

I could bearly weight

The clock was ticcing slowly

But I was feeling grate

After the son set

And evening became knight

Funny man was a know show

Butt I was going all right

I would fight thru the poem

All the ups and the downes;

All the inns and the outs

To get the holey crown

I would beet it all

Ay was better than the best

I would bee number won

I wood win the final quest