POEM STARTER
In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.
Write a poem ending with this line.
The End
There is one thing I know how to make.
It’s a Mistake.
I know the recipe by heart.
I make them well.
They taste so good but
They make my heart ache.
I try to give them up and
With so much at stake
In the end , we only regret the chances we didn’t take.
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