Sense Sonnet - Pumper

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I write poetry on this site,

Pour forth my heart and soul and mind,

And always wonder if I might

Maybe this one, a comment find.

But when again no comment be,

I lock myself in my room and

Upon the pity pot is me.

There is no way I understand

Why after all my works of art,

The comments don't come in a flow.

I moan and groan with broken heart,

Then look and one comment does show.

Another verse, another bomb,

But got got one comment, thank you Mom.