- What Poem Are You?
Like the golden poems,
I used to read in the olden songs,
With the sound of a vallenato music,
Of those days I really didn't know,
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- November
Commas unfold,
As fragrance withhold,
November is written in bold,
Chrysanthemums are sold,
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- The Night Of A Simp
I'm drawin' your name to this paper,
As I drown my heart into this letter,
Thirty nine days ago in a fame night,
Woven with words uttered with no light,
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- Emmy
I asked mommy,
Tell me of your Emmy,
I ain't found of this plainly,
So I wrote her wordings calmly,
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- Only You
Perhaps girl
You're drilled,
With the waveless sky,
Or maybe born,
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