Old and New Poetry By Me
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Son yayınlanan Per, Nis 2, 2015
I did not do the cover art, I download a lot from tumblr, and I do not know the name of the artist.
[If you wish to follow me on tumblr my username is bon-stardust-bon ]
Hello to all! Nice to see ya'll on this fine afternoon >_>
Well anyway on with it I suppose. This Is going to be a combination of all the poems and maybe soon to come poems, that I made in my Highschool years. Looking back I thought they were the greatest thing I ever wrote, then again I thought Miley Cyrus was okay, and now shes terrifying. So this could go either way. They could be like the old Hannah Montana, or they could be like a nice version of the current Miley Cyrus where she is fully dressed. Or it could be a naked Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball....*cough*
I plan on entering a new poem each day or every couple days. So yaaaa...
Anyway hope ya'll enjoy, or not your choice! *bows to all* Carry on...
-Bonnili
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