Treasure Island

Shamik Bose


Oscar Wilde


Here comes Mr. Oscar Wilde from his garden
The giant is sleeping, no more the children
Trespassers are all allowed except a ghost
Mr. Wilde from some wild in this winter's frost

Submitted: Friday, April 09, 2010

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