Saw I

After the song of my pen,
Strokes of lyrics she had lent.
Then was i pushed spiritually,
To adjure the piece done materially.
My feet was reluctant to thread,
As my worms the meal read.
The white substance from the family of grain,
Was a-stay to meal on my intestine rain.
Despisingly,i paid the first bill,
My legs did the earth fill.
And as i bow in the middle of the store,
Saw i an hefty merchant on a gown without flaw.
     Against my knee,my glottis plea 'Who is this?',
    Then did he say,he came to take your thank's bill.
c.2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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