The kid was busy, remembering his childhood.
The old man, was busy remembering his past.
The kid was a child, the man was old.
The winter was near,
And it was cold.
The child saw the winter, when he was in bed.
The man was in bed, waiting for the winter.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PuisiIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
