Messing With Rhymes Poem by Zubaida Boland
Messing With Rhymes
My laughter is fake
And recently,
Crying has become a piece of cake
And my heart can easily break
So Dear friends, here's a suggestion
Why don't you
Poison me with a snake?
And throw my dead body
in the coldest lake
For my life has become
Stained by an awful mistake!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
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