Poets

Born on snowy day of Dec in 1976
Shared year goods after three days.
Left Hunan during HK reunifying.
Common looking and hard working.

I was from a bird originally.
Wings become vestigial slowly.
Food and clothing were ready,
I want to fly, only fly lowly.

The big red apples were sweet,
Each one was assigned by father;
New garment was warm plaid coat,
Each set was arranged by mother.

My life is simple,
My poem is short.
Poems are shown on
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