Maylee Bossy

Rookie - 88 Points (17/02/95)

Sunday Clothes - Poem by Maylee Bossy

There's lots of world for a Sunday dress
A seventh of the time at least
The roses rise like the tide
Tying in the blues and greens
It polkas in the sauna's breeze
Ready for lift off

Ready to be torn off
It never found its place with monster smiles
Fragrant florals not white enough
Never white enough for their teeth
And it wouldn't go back to burning bushes
Because there's lots of world for a Sunday dress

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  • Gold Star - 4,710 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (3/19/2012 11:01:00 PM)

    The unique way of expression! Nice.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 20, 2012


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