Poem -
sticks and bones
life gives you bones
and if it doesn't
you're too soft
I can write about
bones, and flesh
that clings..it seems
all that lies between
is but tosh...
we are alone..
who cares,
if my eyes are green
if my hair is long
no one
as long as they
get their nosh..
so watch out !
it may contain bones
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