As my heart aches,
And my bed creaks.
I will never be able to hear that lamb bleat,
Whilst it's mother is licking it clean.
Listening to my soul hum,
As you strongly decree,
I will sit under that embarrassment of a weeping willow tree.
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OLIVER'S SMALL COLLECTION OF POEMS!
PoetryThere's no really way of me saying of what's going to be in here, because when I write; I'm very unpredictable. But I can ensure you that I'll write with deep concepts in mind. Rue can write in here if they like, this book ISN'T just for me. (I wan...
