French Kiss Poem by Isaac Debrah
French Kiss
Hypocritical kiss is the French kiss
Before miss, you wish to swing your
Kiss in black, sad
Monk dressed like a holy man
Dark in tunnel nigh
Made no noise, voice us sooth
Convinced is sweet, lies in case you are weak
No monk is bad,
Sad I lay amused with age
Until loose with time, hate in love that never mind
Sign with old crew
New crew spoil you
In time
they create clothes and knit woes
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