MY FIVE-FIVE-FINGERS
I
My five-five-fingers of my hands
Zestfully lived In serenity.
The three thrill fingers of my right hand:
Thumb, index finger and middle finger
Stoutly lived civilly and gleefully
Amongst her BROTHERS:
They rested gleefully upon the placid,
SHARP-SABLE-POINTED-DART.
II
Sharp-sable pointed-dart;
Perched in the midst of the three thrill fingers
And laid rest upon the hungry,
Virgin...
Wednesday 7th December 2016 11:41 am
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