A.N. As you can see, I feel very confidant about my sucky title. If you guys have any title recomondations, I would kneel down to you.
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Me...
My face is an old playground,
childish and worn.
My eyes are old books,
readable and torn.
My hands are lost homework,
wrinkled and ripped.
My lips are a winter coat,
puffy and zipped.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
