What is gained -A Poem by Mr.Boffin
What is gained -
From the Lone Cypress - The seedless morning, Looks afore; Placed upon, Dawns growing Horripilation. I looked upon The Arils - Seeking lotuses, and splendid Supple lingering Moments: To the ends End I touted. © 2014 Mr.Boffin |
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Added on May 7, 2014 Last Updated on May 12, 2014 |

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