Ashes Of Stick - Poem by Diplove gautam
Down by my home lies an old street.
A young maid cries please buy it.
Lightful street, they head to see shows.
They smile, we play and passerby bows.
We run, we stumble and sometimes we click.
Come on, watch out, woman who's got ashes of stick.
She adverts, these woods smell better than fresh foods.
Come on, watch it, pay it, for what it suits.
With wallet of puppet, kid, it costs ten cents.
Woods were best, they could be good gifts.
Woman with boots, they've got adorable looks.
They greet hello boy, its awesome but no chance too hook.
Street guys and band, rock with their drumstick.
Don't ignore, come on, watch out women with ashes of stick.
They compliment, she is a nice fudge.
Cool, i would love to make a judge.
My puppy run, it thrashes and loves to lick.
Come on, watch out, woman with ashes of stick.
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