Funke Poems - Poems about Funke

...On a rickety desk,my book is. The incy wincy spider spreads its webs, On my four-legged chair too. With dust covered,for lack of use. I'll be writing a test in days to come. I'll get back to my ......

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...Still, Of her father Even after hair in her armpit After her four years sojourn in our citadel With puberty wearing her a beautiful toga She remains in the shadows of her father. Of a Mary, ......

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