There once was a man with big feet,
Who was known for his awkward gait.
His hands were quite small,
And he couldn't play ball,
But he danced like a pro on the street.
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Coffee, Books, and Me |POETRY|
PoetryThis is a collection of Unpredictable Poetries. Coffee, and books have always been my greatest companions in writing my poems. A lot of thoughts always pop up in my mind every time I drink coffee or read books.
Big Feet, Small Hands, and a Dancing Heart
There once was a man with big feet,
Who was known for his awkward gait.
His hands were quite small,
And he couldn't play ball,
But he danced like a pro on the street.
