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Gross Sales Poems - Poems about Gross Sales


My Endangered Nose
...My existence is a thorn My extinction at the tip of Africa’s horn Please forgive my deep rooted scorn For the poacher’s gun I am born Torn – unknowns to me – I’m a healer My death brings wealt......

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Categories: gross sales, africa, nature,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry