I think about having to have.
Things that we did together.
Naughty things,
things people think about.
Things people do.
You shake her hand.
Where has it been.
I know where it's been.
Yet we shake it.
And the lips.
Are they out dated thoughts.
We all think them.
Kinda like a kid saying
He doesn't pick his nose
Or eat his
Bugers
When he does.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
those who act and tell not the truth are the most successful people in the world temporarily! Nice to read the facts!