Is It Poetry
Or I At It - Poem by Is It Poetry
Your small Mister to the top close to its Mistress,
the seed always far,
that is it moved us with out his knowledge
In the flows which were raised with the same joys
forces as its other looking after later,
playing with its centre,
Or I at it, Or it emerging, between laughing.
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