Trifles - 11 Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

Trifles - 11

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saliva on the tongue
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at one time 'small' the guy
ran too 'big' in circles
and nothing helped, that
that of it 'tapped on the forehead'.

Here something was 'not so'
it whereas, badly given him.
In a word,
what 'big' did
for 'small' was too well-known
or not worth a lot.
Whereas 'small' from it has always had delight
and the wedding.

Time, when 'small' as usual
picked holes
'big' only said two words
which the learning is coming from:

- you are searching friend
of my fault?
don't spoil the saliva!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dagmara Anna 09 June 2009

Excellent. Light and pleasant. DA

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