Al Gore poem have you read it yet?

Here is the poem in full:

One thin September soon

A floating continent disappears

In midnight sun

Vapors rise as

Fever settles on an acid sea

Neptune's bones dissolve

Snow glides from the mountain

Ice fathers floods for a season

A hard rain comes quickly

Then dirt is parched

Kindling is placed in the forest

For the lightning's celebration

Unknown creatures

Take their leave, unmourned

Horsemen ready their stirrups

Passion seeks heroes and friends

The bell of the city

On the hill is rung

The shepherd cries

The hour of choosing has arrived

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Its is a good thing Gore doesn't depend on this drivel for a living.
My poems are way better and I do not show them to anyone.
Gore has a lot of nerve I see.
Obey I am not a fan of poetry but Al Gore is sick and this poem is sick like him.
But if you like drivel suck it up.
 
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