Don't ask me why I am writing this
For it will be a long list
I'd rather give it a miss
Amidst all the mist
Three days out of the cold
Waking up from the sweat
Tired but trying to hold
Keeping to the old bet
Tried to be bold
End up in a ret
Planning not to fold
Coldness of the black hat
The dark seem to come
With no single sign
Light, hope there is some
So the day will be fine
1 comment:
ya moron CHEERFUL poems
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