Two tortoise are a pair
Moulded with a house
Over their heads
Twosome tricksters
Where they are involved
In some business of merchandise
Profit grows wings and perches
Away high up the iroko tree
And wish becomes their hope
But tricks do not grow Wings.
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A Beautiful write. Lovely description of tortoise. Hope is the thing with feather, But tricks do not grow Wings. I loved the way you presented it. Thanks for sharing.