Deep Poetry: Wet Drought

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Thursday, July 28, 2011

Wet Drought

Turrr Turrr Turrr Turrr rota sung! The beautiful drought attracted it to the dusty village The beautiful helicopter landed greeted by dust The beautiful cameras came out black and shinning The beautiful face of mum faced up looking at their water bottle Click Click Click Click cameras sung! This one will make a good front page picture This one is even better because she is beautiful This one is so thin and has no cloths on but traditional beads This one is the dying beauty that will make... Sign in to see full entry.

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