If You Care To
Count the number of poets here,
You will be left with surplus fingers,
My Poeters dear,
No one writes poetry these days,
Very much lesser read it ,
I guess,
But the old bard’s style I try to relive,
Even me they all by the dozens
Desire to kill,
That’s God’s will,
Change with time will ye,
Never shall you suffer
From home made misery
It's the first time
I see
you have made a beeeeeeeeeeee line for me,
and
I must thank thee ,
for not gunning me
Loved
Will of course love thee ,
If you love the bards
Kind of poetry
Now let me see!
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I am not afraid of nobody
I do what comes to my mind
and with you standing besides
I don't care of those
who try to bother
Thanks Ian
I like you
ur the greatest feather
on a cap
we both wear together.
I Ain't Afraid of Nobody
I Ain't Afraid of Nobody
I do what comes to my mind
and with you standing besides
I don't care of those
who try to bother
Thanks Ian
I like you
ur the greatest feather
on a cap
we both wear together