We hear it howl
In front of the moon
At the first strike of midnight.
Grey, black, brown.
These wonderful, furry creatures,
They live in packs
And fight their hardest for them.
Their sense of smell helps them lots.
They use their tail
To keep them warm.
Wolves are great creatures
Who deserve to be cared for
And not to be feared.
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Hey guys, gamerpaypay here,
So I haven;t updated so I thought I could show you guys a poem I wrote a while ago but never posted. This is a little bad so no hate please.
-Peace
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Poems
PoetryHere is just a bunch of poems made by me. There are also going to be some poems by famous poets that I like.
