A swimm
No budy
Thear...
No one
Thear...
Nothing
Is thear...
Water swimming
On the sea...
too wave wave...
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Letter for love
love
letter
writing a boy....
with out words...
but...
pen is thear...
mind is thear...
words is crying thear....
why...
the boy love true....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Love food
Food food
Good good
Health making...
Making your food...
At and make...
Love with sweet and tasty...
Enjoy too eat...
Hotal or restrant
Foods are...
Not bad...
Thear is did not your
Mother love...
Thear is did not your
Wife love...
Thear is did not your
Sister love...
Love and sweetly
Make your's food
At home mostely
Eat and enjoy your's love and health...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Some Of Greass
Earth will be
Bumped on...
Too earth quack
Houses broken
Temple Fell down
God not thear...? !
Trees are out...
People and
Animal's
Plant's...all are
Dead...dead....
On thear
Some of grass
Will be smile simply
On the earth...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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My Cat
At home
My cat was
Thear...
My cat
Did not catch
The rat's...!
Day and night
Runding the rat's
At home
Very nasty...
My cat was thear
But...,
No use...? !
Some time
My cat catch
The rat
play to home
It is interesting
For your self...
My self more woory....!
What can i do? !
Rat's is not my rat's
Cat is my dear cat
Very lazy cat;
Some time...,
Milk also did not drink
It is my lazy cat...!
Cat is not only
My cat it is my child...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Big Street
Street
very big...
But
Nobudy thear...
Some dogs are
Running...
Only street is big...
Any budy not leave...
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Beutiful eyes are stalking me
beutiful eyes are stalking me
thay glow with inner flame
silueted by the night he is beutiful
blood stained fangs kept hidden by his tempting smile
i know thear hunting for blood
my blood
he is a fiend
but a beutiful fiend
fear gripped me halting my pace
yet i will him closer
willing for my blood to be drawn
in a sudden twirl of rage and need he is behind me
thear was no time for my life to pass before my eyes
the instent i died was the only moment i truly lived.
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Word Of Love
Catch
The word
Of love...
What is word...?
'Kiss me...'
Don't miss it
Do love and
Take word...
'Kiss me...'
True sex is
Not thear...
only only
Love is thear...
A word of love
At word for
To day
'KISS ME...'
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Wear Is Going
around big big
temps are ther
but...
god is not thear...?
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Love touch
finger
to touch
sex is not
love is thear...
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Dogs Fight
dog
to dog
fight on
street...
with wow ow woww...
nothing thear....?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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How Is...?
another boor is
thear...
you did not
lean love...
you do sex...
well done...
how is himposible...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Un happy
Un happy
Snow kiss
The flower...s
But
Beauty is thear...
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Gifted
God was
Gifted for
Love...
No...no...
G od was
Gifted only
For human
Body and sole...!
Yes,
God was thear...!
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The waste
Road
waste more...
Walking...
Running...
Cycling...
Caring...
go and come
Not woory thear...
With waste...
Wastes is only waste...?
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The Vicksburg Jail
O, when the poar pris'ner is put in the jaile,
he is put in a cell and his doors are all bar'd
With a great long chane he is bound to the floor,
And dam thear mean soles thay can do nothing more.
Our beds are maid of old rotten rugs,
And when you lay down you are covered with bugs;
The rugs they will swear they will never give bail,
And you're bound to get lousy in Vicksburg Jale.
In the morning you get a piece of bread
As hard as a rock and as heavy as lead,
A cup of cold coffee and meat that is stale,
And your are bound to get hungry in the Vicksburg jale.
Our jury they are a mighty mean crew,
Thay will look at a man as if thay would look him through;
The Judge he will prattle, all hell he don't fear,
He will bring you in guilty if you prove yourself clear.
Our Stats Arturny are men of renown,
Thay spend all thear time in lofing around,
Your pockets they will pick and your cloths will sell,
Get drunk on the mony, that is doing well.
The jailor comes round at nine in the night,
In one of his hands he carrys a light,
He will rap at your door and give you a hale,
To see that you're safe in the Vickburg Jale.
Oh, honrably kind friends I have finish'd my song,
I hipe I have song to you nothing that is wrong;
For fighting and drinking I never did fail,
And I don't give a dam for the Vicksburg Jail.
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Love of dog
Dog
Is love
To his tong...
Another dog....
Taste the skin....
Love and love to him....
Sex is
Not hear....
Love sence
Is thear....and
Any wear...
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No
Very big
And big
Temple...
In side...
Temple
In side...
God
Was only
With good art...!
No heart...
No breath...
No thear...
No....
God also no...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Unlikey
Love...
Love...
Love...
Every one speak and
Write...
Give and take
Nobudy is thear...
For unlikey
With love and love....
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A Mad Love Letter
ink
is not my pen...
my heart is
thear...
so...
i was writng
this letter...
with my hand...
mix my heart....
so love me...
love me....
i am a mad of love......
but..
not mad....?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Your's Life...
Suport of
Human life
God will be
Thear...!
To day
Every one
Very busey...!
So,
Go to the temple
Pray for
With pray...
Speak
To god...
Cry with god...
For you's
Sumall and big
Sin's...
Fell free
Get the faith
In you's heart...
Making for
Suport for god
In your's life...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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