Saturday, July 25, 2015

My own poem.

                             Bouquet in vase.

Flowers in vase,
Stay on the window
Were grown in the field,
On the ground and among green grass.

But once upon a time
A good boy,
Ripped off several beautiful flowers,
And made from them a bouquet.

His mother was so glad
For this gift.
Because boy decided to make
A surprise for his main woman.

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