Mysterious @ Poema Poem by Perry Barnes

mysterious


standing in the aisle

of man

isle talk to you when I find my seat

my pop corn?

I eight how many?

We are watching this film

to prepare for your aural exam

I look in or,

awe do I?

You look into my Is

eye don't understand why

so I band you

she sings for my banned

the wons who don't repect

all the the achievements I one

standing in the bass

music fills with spiralling base

I have bean

eating my favourite feijao


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