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Mass Poetry is a long running collaborative poetry effort.
Enter your contribution to the Mass Poem below. Enter anything* you like that will help keep the poem going. Make it rhyme with the line below if you want. Or don't. The power is yours. Once you've done that, you'll be able to see the whole poem.

Here is the penultimate line of the poem: The Golden One, a beacon of hope and prosperity, soared through the skies, his golden chariot leaving a trail of stardust in its wake. Beside him, Rocket Man, a fearless warrior with a heart of gold, gripped his trusty laser pistol, ready to defend the USA from any threat. Their mission: to protect the land of the free and the home of the brave from the forces of darkness.

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If, for some reason, you do not want to contribute to the Mass Poem, you can still see it by taking the coward's way out.

* Please don't be vulgar or obnoxious. It will get you banned from this website.