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| I sigh about what I see with my eye |
| by Harriet Oliver |
I sigh about what I see with my eye
observing the thump of a lump
bidding yes to eyes that cry
bumping into a huge trump.
Butterflies fly in the sky,
fungi favours a rock,
by and by an effort to try
is attempted by weathercock.
Should I lie 'bout what I saw in the sky
and how my feelings were stirred
by aspirations reaching high
making the unheard of heard.
What sadness prevails when mortal men die
as the ocean ends at beginning of land
when a friar doth lowly fry
in taking a superior stand.
Is it only me who's lonely?
Will all things be granted to those who pray?
Do people need company?
What excesses are required to be merry & gay? |
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