Treasure Island

Tiku akp


Sprout


The seed is growing fast
It will be big about in June last
She can no more suppress her thirst
As it is her darling and will be the first
To tell me, ‘O my dad! You are the one
Who laboured least to bring me home.

Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 24, 2013

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