Ghostwriter
You looking here for a poet?
Oh, all the poets here are dead,
Because this is a library,
But you must search by the sea.
Who told you on the beach,
With colors like a mature peach?
I'm not doing that a crossword,
There is not a poet in each crossroad.
I'm not telling you they are ghosts,
You must find them by the coasts.
Is only you and the rest is nature?
Dear poet, give me your signature.
Like me and the Subway,
Is my poetry and I.
Together all the day,
And there are no hi!
In my minded ways,
The verses should ride;
Is no needful - who say -
A lifetime metrocard?
Still verses have to pass
Quite the same turnpike;
But that is so priceless
When you have to write.
When I have to say goodby,
This eternity can't retire,
Jointly, my poetry and I,
Will jump in the lasting car.
I'm a father of twins, and wise.
After working hard, or just for good night,
Any time, on cheeks I kiss them twice,
First on the left, second on the right.
My dearest twins, saying - don't forget,-
They want one kiss from me, only once;
But I again have to repeat,
I kiss each of those cheeks twice.
Because, there isn't more a kiss,
From kiss and twice I created : KWICE,
And I am a proud father of twins
That kwicing them 'wake up' or 'good night'.
Because, there isn't more a kiss,
From kiss and twice I created : KWICE,
And I am a proud father of twins
That kwicing them 'wake up' or 'good night'.
KWICE..............cfare ideje!!!!!!!!!!!
I was born in a place covered with green,
From pine - trees higher in the mountain chain,
Down to wide plain with my city in between;
My love for that beauty never will get drain.
The city I live now is not green, is excelsior,
In the gray here looks like I'm the only one pine - tree,
From new climate I'm forced to get doctor,
Resinous my skin, less fresh air, that's it, allergy.
Still I love you so much my dearest new love,
Encircled with blue waters from ocean and river,
But from my deep eyes, I'm sending a dove,
To the first city I love, but I'm not going to whimper.
How can I help that small city more to grow up,
How can I help this biggest city get more green?
What if I grow up verses from basement to top,
And built a pine - tree bridge from Korēa to Brooklyn?
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me ke goditur thelle me kete KWICE. i had almost forgotten that there is two of us instead of one.
Who am I to judge a vowel more alluring than the words it generates ?
Let me know girl where and when
You sharpening your writing pen
And I will respond you then
The truth, 'cause I'm a gentleman.
Everything count in this matter,
What kind are their bottles of water,
Are their coats full with feathers.
And who are their natural fathers,
Sometime for everyone live is sad,
People in this world are so bad;
'Til drink some wine, finish our salad,
Let's took about Macy's parade.
Can you explain cheerleaders will,
To show their own thighs in chill?
Nobody cares about hotel bills
Their duty is to smile and take pills.
Ohhhhh, so sweet !!!Postuar mė parė nga D D
I'm a father of twins, and wise.
After working hard, or just for good night,
Any time, on cheeks I kiss them twice,
First on the left, second on the right.
My dearest twins, saying - don't forget,-
They want one kiss from me, only once;
But I again have to repeat,
I kiss each of those cheeks twice.
Because, there isn't more a kiss,
From kiss and twice I created : KWICE,
And I am a proud father of twins
That kwicing them 'wake up' or 'good night'.
Where does a thought go when it's forgotten?
E mrekullueshme !Postuar mė parė nga D D
I was born in a place covered with green,
From pine - trees higher in the mountain chain,
Down to wide plain with my city in between;
My love for that beauty never will get drain.
The city I live now is not green, is excelsior,
In the gray here looks like I'm the only one pine - tree,
From new climate I'm forced to get doctor,
Resinous my skin, less fresh air, that's it, allergy.
Still I love you so much my dearest new love,
Encircled with blue waters from ocean and river,
But from my deep eyes, I'm sending a dove,
To the first city I love, but I'm not going to whimper.
How can I help that small city more to grow up,
How can I help this biggest city get more green?
What if I grow up verses from basement to top,
And built a pine - tree bridge from Korēa to Brooklyn?
Where does a thought go when it's forgotten?
Excuse me, passerby,
Upon my do not cry,
You siting on my grave
At the Christmas Eve.
You must be my wife
With your darknest life
The messagge I did receive
Here is five by five.
Way you standing still
On the graves hill
I heard tears like chain
Bringing me such pain.
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