Gold Dust Toothy smilesThe tender green early spring“There I was, too!” cries Hahklimy. “Well done!” says ByeongohMeticulous as ever, Secretary-General WeondongyHongcheoly, blindly thrilled by my father in WangsimlyThe medical school gate. Deep-yellow chicks flies ferociouslyOthers laughing or not, behold the deep-blue young guys Poet’s Note:They are holding diplomas in hand. Some tucked them un..
