My Poetry

The big wite monster growls loud and strong
As he devours the miles while he drives along
My conquering hero rides upon his back
Keeping the beast on a narrow track
I calmly wait for the most glorious day
When my hero will come back this way.
Gwen Hamner

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01.05 | 08:35

04.12 | 04:35

YAY!

17.11 | 20:34

Thanks Gwen :)

16.11 | 05:14

Good luck!