Yellow snow not white that stained my gown,
I can taste each tear that's filled with love.
The plain is flat, the tree's are tall and fit as if,
A glove upon my hand, the feeling is.
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James, for once you used green in a poem having the topic green. ha ha.
i like the poem, though, as often happens, i don't understand it well. i hope it does not mean you are having urinary tract problems! are you? i admit i leak a bit o' yellow from time to time, but i don't wear much white, where it can be seen (the 'white' OR the 'yellow') .
i like 110 mhz. i like these words: the ground is full of people that I meet instead of you.
bri :)
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James, for once you used green in a poem having the topic green. ha ha. i like the poem, though, as often happens, i don't understand it well. i hope it does not mean you are having urinary tract problems! are you? i admit i leak a bit o' yellow from time to time, but i don't wear much white, where it can be seen (the 'white' OR the 'yellow') . i like 110 mhz. i like these words: the ground is full of people that I meet instead of you. bri :)