Say what you like, all things love me.
I pick no flowers that wins the bee.
The summer moths think my hand one,
To touch their wings with wind and sun.
The garden mouse comes near to play.
Indeed the turns his eyes away.
The wren knows well I rob no nest.
When I look in she will rest.
The hedge stops cows or they would come,
After my voice right back to my home.
The horse can tell strait from my lip,
My hand could not hold any whip.
Say what you like all things love me!
Horse, cow, and mouse
Bird, moth and Bee.
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My Poem Book
PuisiA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
