Lamplight fries
The buzzing flies
mossy curtain call
A clumsy oaf , I fall
Gazillions deep, those bown pools
Damn it, A fool of fools
Rescued just in the nick of time
Bound by bits of twine
The starlight throbs
Back to the incessant mobs
On the promenade
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whattt????
ReplyDeleteanyway, u have known that to get thru to an immature person like me u need to use rhyming words compulsarily... and not be in ur own circle of wisdom...
clear hai? :)
lol..i dont write anything else but what i feel...and that poem is rhyming lol...the only rhyming one...and u still didnt understand it!!!despite ur claims
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