Below the naughty brain of seventy three plus
Two eyes though affected by the cataract
Can't read without two concave lenses
But below the eyes there is a heart intact.
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I shall repeat the words, long live the king. His poetry is immortal.
Deprived of cake, sweets and custard To my craze of sweetness sweet love I feed. The aesthetic fountain that rises from my heart Makes my empire green, fertile and wonderful I counter my enemies with the drugs of love - - - - -With love in heart you will surely defeat the physical pain.Such a wonderful poem, thanks for sharing.
I concur with Kim Barney's beautiful comments. Long live the King! A great poem beautifully written.
Physical pain and suffering can never derail the loving heart and mighty mind of a King.! Yes, love of God and family are powerful drugs that counteract physical pain. A great poem of a great man of character, poet and philosopher and most of all a loving king of his kingdom.
o its great rapture on self kingdom- Where there is beauty there are my eyes Where there are my eyes there is beauty /// love it very much