Counting from A to Z,
are the ones who keeps me busy.
Leveling 1 to 10,
never makes it to a 100 of those hens.
It makes me sense ever since what a word can make or even follow,
such loving essence of what the difference of however and whatever.
A golden bull ran towards the past,
where that black duck never ran towards,
as I needed to laugh at that blue dog who kept annoying the purple cat,
into all oblivion.
Oh the sense of it all while all the sentence and this statement can not grow, only to know what it means of it all.
About the Creator
Poetry is my past, the future rolls for no one. I'd rather have her exorcise my past and to entertain as life goes by in this chaotic world.
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