Feckless In The Eye Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
Feckless In The Eye
Dry bones are darker and brown in speech
Feckless in the eye do page now and go
Especially, the slow and speechless mashroom stand
Do dry and flow like a river shire and nimbles ahead
It's small but count it's legs the mountains you see
Don't ray lazy hands in the eyes you leak the more
Dry bones will always wake up a Caller behind
The feckless in the eye you and I may see a sea
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