Once Upon a Convent
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
She Nose
Not knowing,
yet fully balanced,
she may or may not
Be.
She sits on the edge of his nose.
Who could she
Be. . .
who sits so
comp . fort . a . blee?
Does she even care,
and
if she does
who is she?
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Rose L
October 23, 2013 at 7:50 PM
Fun poem tho I must admit I do not get it.
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Fun poem tho I must admit I do not get it.
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