A Perfect Menue: A Plate Of Flafel And Foul Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

A Perfect Menue: A Plate Of Flafel And Foul



In our world Sometimes You have no choice at all Because you are surrounded by A lot of daily burdens like poverty, Pains, and everlasting sufferings to survive, so You have no choice, but to have a perfect thing Presented to you which is a plate of Flafel and Foul.

Thursday, November 21, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: poverty,sometimes
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