I'm a TrampA Poem by LornaBut I'm a clever manThis deprivation follows me around,
These ill advised lips do not make a sound, A kleptomaniac behind emaciated skin, Alley ways are humble, dinners in the bin. My tolerance of people is pernicuous to start, But behind this scrawny body is a decent, loving heart, Perceptive to surroundings, trying to revamp, Unavailing that would be, for you can not change a tramp. © 2012 LornaReviews
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AuthorLornaLondon, East, United KingdomAboutI'm Lorna, I'm enthusiatic, and I have a huge passion for writing! Usually, motivation keeps me from finishing projects, I'm a student, soon to be studying scriptwriting and journalism, And that's all.. more..Writing
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