Poezja

A beautiful flower
can bring the ceiling down
Remember
The smile of a pretty thing
And a cute little pout
The cooking of dinner
by a love one
Finding the embers
that never burnout
Remembering of day going
But still in my mind
Fighting going crazy
For girls and earning a dollar
The fire of youth burn
for a season
At any age it inspires
the well a fight
that can not be won
But what the hell
Loud burden yells!
Baby big thing
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