A Through Z

A mind so small But it holds it all Could be a ball Don’t you dare Ease the Fall Gaze down the Hall Inform the Judge that Knuckles are hitting the concrete Loud More than two or four No one knows the number for sure Open the door Palliative measures must be taken for Quantitative pain, that is coming down just like Rain, rain, rain Sizzles as the same sound of a Train Unadulterated Vociferous Whistle Xeroxes pages white and Yellow. The Zigzags of life’s travels