The fairies life

II. 

Once, little fairy,
Cutsie and airy,
Wanted
To go on plein-air,
To air out her hair.
Soon she was back,
Carrying snack,
tasty and plumpy 
Retainer.
Strawberry, cherry, and Blueberry berry.
Loaded,
like ferry.
Like camel in prairie,
Berries
Delivered Fairy.
All, that we wanted,
She carried,
Little and cute
Dear Fairy.   


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We don’t stop write poetry because we grow old. We grow old because we stop write poetry.

Юрий Жук 2   29.04.2022 11:14     Заявить о нарушении
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