lovely babe

cherub boy

with skin of snow

rosy cheeks

and hair of gold.

little boy,

I love, I keep

Listen close

and take my heed,

you may be clean

but the world is black,

stained with soot

and griity cracks.

wash your clothes

and brush your teeth,

maybe, just maybe,

you'll remain pritine.

 

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Bailey Reynolds

Great poem keep writing

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