Poor in taste and in wine,
In they come as we sleep at night.
Ransaking houses to find some treasure,
Always finding some thing to steal.
Treasure berried everywhere,
Every thing they stole is gone
Some are here and some are there, Some can't be found anywhere.
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Poetry Collection: Volume 2
PoesiaA collection of Poems based on different aspects of life from health to love, to depression to nature
