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| 'Twas said to have saith |
| by Harriet Oliver |
'Twas said to have saith
that the liar who decieved lion in its lair
was dead after having met an untimely death
without shelter of air.
'Tis say that wind trees sway
outside homes for rent
from homelessness a day away
mortaging pent up repent.
'Twere unfathomable how creation began
for men listen only to what they wish to hear,
sanctifying seemingly unsacred sacistan
making a castle out of a mole's abode mere.
'Thas been prescribed in folly that infant should ween
and thought much literature, few read the tale,
when the one track mind cannot decipher line between
as aspirations are set on mountains losing sight o'dale
'Twould've been different to differntially remain same
being met by haughty exiting limo in disdain
taking foolish pride in a shoelace honestly done
seeming though refusing friendship for acrynomous gain |
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