Petty Poem by Ted Blue

Petty



What is truth,
but a God's tooth,
falling uncouth,
when its loose,
seized by an imp,
used-though limp,
like an immortal stamp.

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Gajanan Mishra 04 October 2013

I like it , very good. Please read my poems and vote.

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