Coniglio Poem by Morgan Michaels
Coniglio
Never call reality
what people think
nor of thirst die
for fear to drink;
nor of disease, but
nostrum succumb
nor make life
a rabbit conundrum,
nice though the vice
if U got the habit.
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4/26/2024 10:26:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
good one, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.