MINT
I WAS A BOY IN A CANDY STORE.SHE WAS A CHOCALATE MINT OR AN ANGEL OF MERCY.I BIT MY LIP,CRIED AND STOOD BEFORE MY FATE, A NAKED BOYMINT
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Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
bosirus’s Poems (2)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| FLOWERS AND A CARD | 1 | 12/09/2009 |
| MINT | 0 | 12/09/2009 |
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