Sweeter Fresh Breath
Miss Brown’s lips turned violet,
After kissing him without regret,
She hadn’t felt his gums
In purple flavored plums,
His secret for sweeter fresh breath.
Feb. 9,2022 7.07pm
Copyright © Len Gasun | Year Posted 2022
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