My Poetry Pie
19 Jan 2010
Bizarre
A bad desire,
Is always bizarre,
With that spreader,
Igniting the fire,
Get that extinguisher,
To quench the fire,
And turn the desire,
In the right manner,
To shun the spreader,
Of the bad manners.
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