His Boyhood Before His Sugared Twenties
He was born young, I mean really young
His hair was curly, fluffy and beige
His skin, for milk and fire a bridge
His eyes, orbs of fiery passion
Favoured was he by Aphrodite and Adonis
He is he that is moulded by time and endless time of daydream.
Bite Size Poem no48
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