WrongA Poem by Leslie Philibertsomething is wrongThere are too many moons, bells are under the church. The night is not as dark as a wet ditch and the morning stops as soon as it starts; as you leave the coal in the oven still glows, the door closed twice to make it properly shut. Please take this day; wrap it in string.
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Added on March 7, 2014Last Updated on March 7, 2014 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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