Wrinkles Poem by Zack Holland

Wrinkles



The Sun’s warm lips kissed me
And made my eyes twinkle;
They also made history
And gave me a wrinkle-

But wrinkles are lines that show that we’ve been kissed
And I’d rather have wrinkles than have all of that missed.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: history,lips
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Zack Holland

Zack Holland

Cologne, Germany
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