house
Surrounded by green grass,
Around her playing some little children,
Hugging me like mothers,
Comfort me just like an old friend.
I love you, my house
house
Surrounded by green grass,
Around her playing some little children,
Hugging me like mothers,
Comfort me just like an old friend.
I love you, my house
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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Future | 2 | 12/01/2009 |
Money | 3 | 11/24/2009 |
New life | 1 | 11/23/2009 |
Santa Claus | 0 | 11/16/2009 |
Winter | 2 | 11/11/2009 |
What is life | 8 | 11/05/2009 |
house | 5 | 11/04/2009 |
Thank you, my dear friend Raleigh | 6 | 11/04/2009 |
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