I Have Beautiful Hands, - Poem by Liza Sud
I have beautiful hands,
I have beautiful legs,
I have beautiful ass,
And that is not yet all, friends!
How beautiful is my soul -
flying somewhere to the stars,
Well, let it fly as it goes:
We will speak about us.
On my face, I forgot -
On my face, I'm frightening,
But I can lie down on my tummy:
You will understand - what is what.
I wrote totally with no rhyme -
is it what you really want?
Do you want to rhyme - go...ck,
And without rhyme - to me row!
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