Oh
Oh tree,how can it be that,
i envy thee
Oh wind,
don't follow that trend,
blow a smile friend
Oh moon,
you make me swoon,
I long to spoon
Oh sun,
do be a hun,
don't burn my bun
Oh
Oh tree,Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Oh | 0 | 02/14/2011 |
Valentine | 1 | 02/10/2011 |
The Beginning’s | 0 | 02/10/2011 |
A Dream From Childhood | 1 | 02/06/2011 |
The Awakening | 1 | 02/05/2011 |
Sammia | 6 | 02/04/2011 |
Smile | 1 | 02/04/2011 |
Old Vs. New | 2 | 01/31/2011 |
today | 1 | 01/29/2011 |
My Love | 1 | 01/29/2011 |
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