electricmango
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The MarketA Poem by electricmangoA man strolls nonchalantly down a narrow road.The aroma of fresh fish, gathers in his nostrils. "One Cigarette please," he calls to the shop keeper. ".. |
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The New DayA Poem by electricmangoThe days stretch on like a tasty taffy snack.I whisper, I shiver.I E N J O Y. |
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