Almost a Dizain
What if it were only seven?
Or five?
Are the rules so strict in heaven?
Alive
sparked with energetic jive
tradition grooved in breast-fed mood
believing not that bucks are food
can cause a soul to wonder.
The soul pursues that which is good
and doesn't peacock squander.
~~~~~~~~~
Workin' on it
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