You Have A Bonnie Fortune Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Where the birds fly, there fly I, and look here,
How I do cry, there I travel; where hounds howl
I fear they might wipe you dry.
You've got pollen; that comes from flora.
And like a bee, I found you out. 'Beauty crawl
I'm a migratory fowl.'
By the winter, you may not let me find.
Dearie, hold off; let come the spring on the twig.
Where blossom lies, so you may seek me with your fondest wish.
Tonight! I depart and reply through breeze
Bliss! you've got a bonnie fortune; so underline these.
On the abortion, I've very clear-eyed point of view.
If you're advocating it, then it's also an end of you.
Donna Martin, 'three religious scriptures declared it a murdar.'