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Betty Jan 2020
A borrowed  knife without a blade

The sharpest sting

Slices deep and plunges in

Down through mango stone and bone

Soft beneath the outer skin

Reveals the running juice within!
Doruk Jan 2018
Im in my room
With my friends.
We drink ***
'Cause Joe's a badass.

But there are fights.
Mike brings doom.
Says he has rights,
In my room.

Should I **** him?
Maybe I do.
Time to detonate
His little mango.

Got a gun from hell
It goes bang-o
I forgot to tell
I'm a ******
Dark humor? Or was I drunk when I wrote this?
Originally mine.
Äŧül May 2017
I just love this season,
When mangos ripen,
We get watermelon,
When sorts of flowers bloom,
And nature is alive.
My HP Poem #1525
©Atul Kaushal

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