I'Ve To Tell The Pope, Next Sunday Poem by Rahman Henry
I'Ve To Tell The Pope, Next Sunday
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Being worm-eaten, ceaseless... still
Giggling all the apples, one after another
Those green, rosy, red __
And gloomy, darkened clouds
Flying, flying, flying and flying away...
What a sign of inauspicious days!
2.
People run after light and hope, always__
Keep it up more and more but jerks off less;
Yet, keep up an eye, where there is darkness!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
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4/23/2024 1:37:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow! Thanks for sharing your poem. A blessed afternoon.