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Thursday, August 18, 2011

Gimmicks

A red-headed man of gimmicks
Got a hat of the ancient kind.
Of the messes in his pot,
He clued about the gold and the heads.
Lush vegetation flew in the air
Like the Amazon Jungle.
Go ahead and let the crow fly
To overtake us and cry.
A leg of the eyes spans generations,
As it has another of worthiness;
The springs erupt with pure water
Once the gimmicky man arises.
Naveed Akram
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