My bloods on ice
But it will bleed
Soon to swoon
The adjacent to my June
The smallest unit of sound
To you I sing twice
The sweet summer bell
Bound and drowned
To the wounds I have wound
The brightest passion seeks
For no other price
Would such blood vice
So meek and bleak
For warm kisses to cheeks
To my sweet summer sun
Oh dear.
A man in possession of a wooden spoon must be in want of a pot to stir.
y do u say that
Do- According to the University of Amsterdam was the first sound ever created by the cave man
The O sound is apperently the easiest sound to make in the human language- Do
Yes, I know it is abrupt, but it was an honest reaction to my first reading - It hasn't changed.
It reads like an assembly of both slightly interesting & very clichéd phrases with additional pointless alliterations, and words tacked on to force rhymes which in no way relate to a logical progression to an end to the poem. Replying in text-speak doesn't help.
Oh, and to be pedantic, My bloods on ice needs an apostrophe - My blood's on ice
Apart from that, you are at liberty to ignore everything I say.
A man in possession of a wooden spoon must be in want of a pot to stir.
rough
homer simpson was apparently of greater proportion
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