Once there was a time,
He ever used to eat lime.
He cried aloud cause something wasn’t fine,
He said, ” I don’t have a toy of mine.”
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light of hope, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment. Especially read my poem'Family members' and vote.
really nice and I enjoyed reading your poem Moon Mehta, but the last line is quite different, though very rhythmic. keep writing...