Oliver. Oh!
What a lad.
Dumb by the head,
Sometimes crazily bad.
Sometimes Troublesome,
Troubled sometimes.
Yet heartly good,
As we go by the rhyme .
Oliver. Oh!
Grateful to friends,
Loves smiles
But life bends.
Sorrows few,
Greatly affected.
Yet screams alive
Like a revive.
Oliver. Oh!
Meets a girl.
Love in the air.
Imagine his world.
El problemo?
Always at due.
Yet proclaims love,
Always anew.
"Zara. Ah!
That girl,
Beautiful,
Gorgeous,
Stunning,
Adorable,
Cutest cuteness...
And from night to dawn,"
Oliver's express,
"I could go on."
Oliver. Oh!
"Hi !
Okay bye!"
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PoezjaOliver walks by life with moments to share with you and experiences he learns stumbling across his lifetime while he pushes through to end of time. A very complicated pattern planned in poetry as a diary of Oliver Robertson wherein he writes of all...
