What eat the fruit?
Is it the snake?
This is a cage
There is nothing else
Small very small my friend
Slither here and you be found
The question remains
Thing out of the bars
They call you crazy or mabye childish
Is it really how it looks
Or is it just all deceiving
Stop sit on a rock and thing how big is small?
Again the looks are deceiving.
Note: I don't know this poem was made while I was just sitting doing nothing. Not sure if it's good.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
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