Dumpster Kids
The trash bag hung
Noticeably on her face.
She's such a disgrace.
The serpent wrapped
Around him, sharing his dinner.
He's a repetitive sinner.
The fresh snow clung
To her pink hair, bold
Her heart is beyond cold.
Disgrace, Sinner and Cold
Met at the dumpster that day,
And unexpectedly began to pray.
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The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
