Scray poems on Hello Poetry

Sally Farrell Aug 2010

I bake.
When the answers slip my hand.
When I can't understand.
When I can't sit around.
When I am joyful or profound.
When I am renound.
I bake. I bake. I bake.

I cook.
When the world seems too scray.
When I can't sleep soundly.
When I can't speak loudly.
When I am sad or lonely.
When I am hungry.
I cook. I cook. I cook.

And when I don't know what I want there is always the recipe book.

Ruslan Dec 10

Well so to you its for begin

That way so much burning so,
Its forever it you so.
Go my mather understand,
Its forever go you kent.

So its you forever good,
Im so much it for its look.
Go to you the square begin,
Its my girl to you Kristine.

Im okay its for to you,
So its look begin its you.
So much world im you so gone,
Im it looked for to yon.

Im all back it for to me,
So its look to get for be.
Its okay so good in job,
Looked for to get in book.

Im to go so much begin,
Its forever my Kristine.
Im its you so gone okay,
That way no so you my scray.

I to you its for to me,
Looked for to get to be.
Late to you so long for good,
Its forever it my look.

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