One Frie
Not this time
I offered
No surprise.
Never ask again
They win.
Green leaf
Color of pigment ink of vense
Cary the blood of my heart pump
for the chest of my body
Frie and heat of shooting clouds
cry to fill the art in our green leaf
which glow in tree of our life.......
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
SORRY
THERE IS NO OTHER WAY TO TELL
OHH OHH
SORRY
DEAR READERS I KNOW WITH AN INOCESENT SMILE
OHH OHH
SORRY
HOLDING MY EARS
OHH OHH
SORRY
PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR MY SOME STUPID POEMS
OHH OHH
SORRY
AS TRUE IS SPARK CHANGE INTO FRIE
OHH OHH
SORRY
WITH LOVE ALL
Jagdish bajantri
we lay back
with a fire rack
as it burn
we twist and trun
and touch
we love this so mcuh
thowe both was of difference race
we loved AND MADE LOVE
BY THE FIRE PLACES
as i relaxe on the chair
a fight broke out
one french frie and two mice
hell mice
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