The Proverb Poem (Poem 22 NaPoWriMo)

Dare not to look above, when the clouds rise high all grey and torn, For a Zucchini bite glare, may turn into death, Did you harm a living once? Here you are, Tit for Tat My son. Lots of pride you hold inside, If sweetness is excessive, it is no longer sweet, Bow down to... Continue Reading →

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