I blow to grow
I flow to mow
I grow to flow
She is flawless
Yet she is braless
I haver never been a brawler
But to some been a faller
That was a simply blow
to grow or was it a flow to low
She was a sleeze
It was an ease to breeze with her leaves
haha that was to low to blow
Like the joker
Ima mocker
with a locker of love
above the ground
haha that was a flow
to blow but not too low
to mow
She is not a foe but a woe
Trhis was my blow to grow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool poem. Its random and goofy.Good stuff