A Poet's Heart

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Green hair, blue eyes.
Never liked the sunrise.

Very tall, long legs.
Love the smell of fried eggs.

Don't cry much, big dam.
I have a best friend named Sam.

Don't know why I'm writing this.
Maybe because my life is pure bliss.




How was that for my first poem? I don't think I did very well, but.... eh.

Hopefully, I'll get better.



F. Magnolia

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