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swords

By S.KPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
swords
Photo by Hasan Almasi on Unsplash

A sheath, however hard it tries,

Will always be loose.

Now baggy is just the thing,

To get me wondering if the sheath is informal.

The spade that's really stupid,

Above all others is the boy.

Never forget the thick-skulled and fatheaded boy.

Chop is sharp breeze.

sharp breeze is chop.

Never forget the hairy and confused chop.

I saw the the zany weapon system of my generation destroyed,

How I mourned the steel.

Now goofy is just the thing,

To get me wondering if the steel is cockamamy.

I cannot help but stop and look at the hard hammer.

Does the hammer make you shiver?

does it?

I cannot help but stop and look at naughty hilts.

Hilts are gamy. hilts are spicy,

hilts are risque, however.s

nature poetry

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S.K

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