Pooesie #4

The kiss that you gave me
On the bailaric of madrugated
Was so good your kiss
That I no pude stay calated!

Run, oh student
With the cape on the hand
They don't largate you
They want a beijand!

That kiss in love
Oh, that longs a tempon
Made the cobice of all
Armed big confusion!


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