2013년 12월 6일 금요일

found poem

He loved to smoke
Smogs rises up to high
He enjoyed about smoking
Was the rolling
He does not have a heart
like mine cold snow
He had already cheated me in
One world war but would later be
Put into another
Where he would somehow manage
To avoid me again 
I called him Nazi 

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