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Shelly
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shelly
i don't think i actually have a writing style/schedule i write when i feel it and i write what i feel
I'm not an expert in the field, just playing around with words and feelings that have overcome me. I have loved poetry for decades, began …

Poems

Shashank Virkud Apr 2012
Aw, who knows?

who cares?

It's easy to leave.

Shelly is in too deep.

Shelly grabs her
pair of
polarized
and she puts 'em on.
'Cause Shelly can see
what I really
think of me.

Shelly's hair blows
in the breeze
and,

and,

and
Strawberries!

Shellys' Summer's little girl.
Spoiled
by the sun.

Shellys' Sunday's spare,
she got used
by someone.

She tunes her guitar
to English,
Shelly sings to me.

My Sweet little bird, Shelly.
Don't fly away.

Don't fly away,
Shelly,

Don't fly away.

Aw, who knows
who cares?

It's easy to see.

Shelly is in deep
for me.