</>HE IS SITTING ON THE BIG RED COUCH
GINGERBREAD CRUMS ON HIS CROUCH
WONDERING MIND AND SWALLEN ANCKLE
RED SHIRT ON and a need to tackle.
NOWADAYS is OF SUN
SMILING HOURS AND THE NOTHING means 'LISTEN'
SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE ROXY?
AMAZING! REGARDS TO BIFFY! !
THIS TASTE IS HIS CHILDHOOD DAYS
BRINGING HIM MEMORIES OF THOSE magical MOMENTS
THE STAR IS SHINNING ON HIS SHOULDER
WITH A RED GLOW, star of BREAD that is GINGER.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
You have painted a picture with the brushstroke of your words!