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to write on sand

Where it not for one to play buffoon

or to say of none we’re way too soon

involved in peddling mass hysteria

when it’s been held in each posterior

consciousness – makers of peace are

blessed. So ever to be near or far

we at our disposal have in hand

a power to write upon our sand.

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One Comment

  1. I apologise if these poem was a serious one. I get the humour if you meant to be. It make me
    smile Bravo!

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