See the crawling of the king, I think he's angry at the beijing. He finds it hard to see the eagle, Overshadowed by the lying fliegel.
By Sourav joshi 5 years ago in Poets
See the crawling of the ghost, I think he's angry at the sternpost. He finds it hard to see the eagle, Overshadowed by the lying riegle.
See the crawling of the singer, I think he's angry at the springer. He finds it hard to see the eagle, Overshadowed by the lying seagle.
See the crawling of the actor, I think he's angry at the cognitive factor. He finds it hard to see the eagle, Overshadowed by the lying briegel.
With corn-crowned hours for her guard, Her thoughts have clad themselves in gray, And wait in Autumn's weedy yard. And where the larkspur and the phlox
Whose net is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
