Friday, October 14, 2011

Acrostic Poem

R-oses are red, not green
O-ver a smile that loves every mine
N-o one to punish, no one to hurt.
A-ll over the things that grows,
M-ay each look have the humility to know what they've done.
A-nswers are not always hurried, they should be waited.
E-veryone desereves that GOD made.  



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