Kim's Poet Society

[big smonk]

To thy dream which has come unto thee.​

I wish unto you a flower, which is thy flee.​

For your crops will fly up into the sky.​

Stars shall cry unto the flies.​

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10/10 pooems​

greet benter umg​

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[Vladic Ka]

Don't be shy,

show us yer pie,

gees a gobble. 

 

[Anonymous Eagle]

Roses are red

Violets are blue

This poem makes no sense

Microwave

 

[big smonk]

Roses are red

Violets are blue

This poem makes no sense

Microwave

You are on your way to greatness.