Ari Alsio Poems

Sleep for pouring the bears
paws curled up, lying ears
dad bear is part of the cold
you can run and you can hold.
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When I am old
I have always cold
when I am a pauper
to know every be a super
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Until death do us part
It's life was a big fart
friendship at first was hard
Children raised in a cart.
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A small shadow
concerns gray a day
ripple of mind
is the love of a man
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