hadarms dha poet


Pen Mightiness.

Everywhere was silent as it always BE,
As all them are out to their various WEES.
The rats came out as they always DO,
Perching on left-overs and some little DOUGHS.
The ants were busy as was their NATURE,
Fighting and working was for their NATION.
They played with selves and laughed on OTHERS,
Singing a song of triumph kissing their MOTHERS.
I looked around and saw none but ME,

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