Is It Poetry
Come Not While I'M Alive - Poem by Is It Poetry
the clover green it look surprised.
The common man who comes to such
for love she did holdout.
And Mary Jane is full to brow
with wisdom children are and not forgot.
Around each day and you will nigh to pray
when there but night and day.
You will have the same was gave to me.
The sun at hight of day is burning hot.
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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