Poema

lizor_08

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29 Mayo 2008
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And life had to pour,
decently wets my prime.
Enough drops adequate the time,
gave no less, no more,
yet passed fraction can't climb.

A teacher lends spit to fill,
help change my look,
use hands out books.
Middle flow floated still,
took not what others took.

Love a jovial one...
Ejects his contents to content...
however layed same extent.
Life's unwanted run,
with wearisome events.