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USA
USA
Empty crucible
Once full of righteous fire
Now just grey ashes
The snake rears its head
Striking blindly at targets
That are imagined
Adopts power stance
Arms crossed - closed for argument
Pin head and big mouth
Thursday 23rd April 2020 1:57 pm
Nature's Banquet
Nature’s Banquet
I am the humble Wildebeest -
Mother Natures moving feast.
My mother warned “Don’t wander off
or you’ll end up a Lion’s scoff”.
Some folk call me a Gnu,
I’ve heard it all, there’s nothing new
In puns that you may decide to frame
around this inauspicious name.
I guess I’ll never have a life
of family bliss with kids and wife,
cause every da...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 3:00 pm
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