Be Friend Pp Me..Prosaic Poem Poem by me poet yeps poet
Be Friend Pp Me..Prosaic Poem
Befriend those who want to love
my mouth is now bitter sweet
thick skinned have Ibecome
lazy as a bed bug
who runs about at random
in search of friends who come
only at night
to fiddle
then only he can enjoy
such a variety
alternatively
as friends between them selves are active
he loveshis feast..
todays friends are like these
believe me
I am still your friend dont worry. Lets do poetry ignore politics
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