Laced with gold,
Beauty it bestows.
Flowing and moving.
Through your fingers.
You see it as a burden,
I see it as a blessing.
We watch it grow to endless lengths.
This lovely curse.
Sammy is such an otter
I cannot believe it
I wish I would’ve known this sooner
But I had to find out by a computer
I’m gonna take Sam’s $6
I am broke
Not Joking
I really just want to die
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2019 09:46
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem began with hopes of being a great poem until my friends got a hold of it, ENJOY!
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