He That Sat On A Pointy Object, Might Madly, Object. Poem by Michael Gale

He That Sat On A Pointy Object, Might Madly, Object.



Great monolith's, be the Great Pyramids...
Genius, in inspirational bids.

The Sphynx, regal in stature while docile and tame...
Awe inspiring, all stare, in wonder, of them, who would blame?

Wonders of the world...
Mixed, in locations en swirled.

Many miles in distance, these images be...
Always to last in all men's memory.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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