Jun 2014
when anger speaks
her glowing hot rose cheeks
i turn not so mean
as to lose my grin.
when her efforts fall flat
she smiles back
at this Cheshire cat.
her glowing hot rose cheeks
i turn not so mean
as to lose my grin.
when her efforts fall flat
she smiles back
at this Cheshire cat.
Written by
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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