Persistent Fools Poem by udoh etido
Persistent Fools
Flies on a grave;
when will thou be tame? ;
Do not know what looms about;
do not know your latest demise.
Flies on a grave;
despise the evil cake;
Tomorrow waits no mate;
the life is not straight.
Flies on a grave;
despise thy evil ways;
A tree is not dead;
valleys honor the head.
Flies on a grave;
despise the taste.
Flies on a grave;
a stitch on the ground is strange.
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4/23/2024 6:27:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a stitch on the ground, thanks, good write.