051010r Can'T Be Sure Til You Have It Poem by Manonton Dalan
051010r Can'T Be Sure Til You Have It
seagulls circling overhead
hearing opening wrapper
waiting for crams to go astray
into their hungry alley for picking
some kwaks to ask for food
some dives pick off your hand
you throw a bread into the air
it never hit the ground my dear
they're so swift faster than wind
i couldn't give it all; this for you
before it reaches your cute lips
one from somewhere snatch it
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