Hello,
Yellow.
or were they dirty brown?
She thought with a frown
And found in this thought
Carefully wrought
By three forehead wrinkles
Were several crystal sprinkles
Of memories
That at once sieze
the foolishly classic,
Easily nostalgic.
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2 comments:
the last line should be just nostalgic :)
You said I wouldnt like reading your blog coz it "isnt really style"!!
I actually loved this poem...ooops!!
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