Sample Of My Wishes

Sample Of My Wishes short poem

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Sitting in a bright green garden sipping on some tea
Sampling the wishes of the beautiful mind of me
Flowers bloom in colours of the rainbow and my eyes are simply set so free
A yellow Chinese dragon flies above my head and breathes fire can you see
I hear music playing in the streets and everyone is dancing like electricity
A honey bee sat on my head and I thought of what life might be
If sampling the wishes were as easy as a monkey climbing the tree
I saw some oranges and thought what a wonderful colour then what juices are sweeter don’t you agree
Some pretty sexy ladies walked on by now won’t you smile for me
The sun is high and the worlds spinning around in our own little galaxy
So please sample of my wishes by beautiful minds for thee.

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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Felt really good to read this poem!

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