hadarms dha poet


Manhood.

He was born with a plastic SPOON,
Whining and crying under the bright
MOON.
Caressed and loved to be CARRIED,
Cos he was young nor did he PARRIED.
Little him was then an ANGEL,
The wish of every man in that ANGLE.
So much love for a little CHILD,
For the first male child need to be MILD.

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