A Cycle Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

A Cycle

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I'm happy
Sharing life
With THAT currant bun.

Oh, sugar!

NO SUN.

'Spose it has to be nice
With that ice
And the winter to unfold
As I sit 'ere in the cold

Summer is done.
No currant bun.

But give it time

P'raps soon it will shine....

Monday, November 17, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: sharing
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Gladys Valdez 20 November 2008

Haha it's like I can hear your accent in this.

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