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life
Blessed be the youth, for they know no better.
Blessed be the truth; catch it, hold tight.
Elusive, floating feather.
Sweet innoscence, scent of purity, freshness.
Yearning to learn, "What's that, what's this?"
Approaching days curious, No reason not to,
haven't simmered long enough, experience settles the stew.
Blessed be the youth, for they know no better.
Walk your words teacher,
cause pupil now knows --
that you know better.
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tretre says: I really really really like this poem. Loved the "Approaching days curious, No reason not to, Haven't simmered Kong enough, experience setttles the stew" Beautiful work CreamaDaCrop!!!! Keep that pen movin! |
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