Learn more about other poetry terms
"Lucy, Lucy, No." She whispers to her hands. She cries to the company. We stare, curiously, judgementally.
To a Lavender named Lucy Oh my pretty, fresh, young yet lovely and precious Lavender I have no creativity as thee To write in papers of colour
I Love Lucy “Lucy, I’m Home!” October, 1941; Lucille Ball entered the hearts and homes of Millions of American men and Women.
mary be that ho3 u get with time and time again lucy be that classy broad who be makin u wonder if u are jus playing fraud on yourself. yes of course thats what i mean aint that obscene?