Spice Sunnytime Poem by Timofey Polubomg

Spice Sunnytime



Black water,
Poison food.
I live in DownCity.
I lumberman in Wood.
All dancing Downpeople
To Cry
To Sky-in-Hood:
Hello, pretty sunny!
We feel your spice so good! ! !

Sunday, January 9, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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