A Mocking Fowl - Poem by Gloria Seseng
A strange monk once spoke
of the talk amongst villain!
A close of mouth
on wagging time of breadth
won’t catch any flies
But! Be a noble outlook
No wonder what the world might be!
A musk play of the Spartan
No matter return of dusk
But wave a gentle foot on that path
To make an ending river
A mocking fowl shall always stands
…a myriad tong of desire
No matter the insignificance!
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