Teira Naahi

Wednesday, June 28, 2017


Heavenly twister

Sat with her sisters

Drinking the Milky Way

While satin and laced

Moved with great hast

Sharpening the words of her play

Quick job was driving

For the sun drenched horizon 

While Alice in the city did stay

As fire with ice

Was a sweetheart delight

Divided the working mans pay

A penny for the pot

Nothing for the pocket

Your master is the poor mans son

And a rhyme without reason

Will be all that is given

To this streetlamp 

Down the end of the road:

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