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A set of triangulet poems |
Hearts on Fire Hearts In love Still on fire Out of control Beating wildly as Any heart ever has And breath comes slow They retire Loving Hearts. . Guilty Pleasures It Is a Sensual sin In which we fall And guilty pleasure Is now our treasure Lest we give up Let time win Part of It. Time Time Waits for Nobody at All as it keeps Moving forward in Succession to win When all is done That is that In our Time You You Are my Friend and Will always be The best friend I Could ever want to try To find anywhere Hold my hand I love You Grass Grows high In my yard Like a hay field Making me want to go And cut it all Working hard Mowing Grass. |