I see Harry; he stands out in a crowd.
I hear John; now he really is loud.
I touch Jamie; he is stood by my side.
I smell Sam; his aftershave is so wild.
All Together I taste them; they are sweet.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Hehehehehe this made me smile. I loved it!