The Milkman
To know if he's here
I hear a ringing sound
Like cows running through the field
He's always wearing a white jacket
Like a professor
In a high class college
He has blonde hair
Like wheat that cows eat
His personality is bright
Like a flower that bloomed yesterday
His skin is soft
Like fluffy cotton
But he's just my milkman
By Marrika123
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PoezjaWelcome to Sleepyhead Poetry! Full of my original poems. 'A glance into my imagination' -Marrika123 ❌Do not claim poems as your own❌
