Methyl Love Poem by L. E. Fignon
Methyl Love
Rating: ★2.5
Why must it be so impossible to dine,
When it costs three-hundred and forty nine,
To walk outside,
Both wet and dry.
With only shoes,
Gathered news,
That drags you feet over feet,
Tripping you four cluckings over the beef.
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5/5/2024 4:59:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
maturity is seen in the poem and style. thanks for sharing. shan