Tuesday, March 14, 2017

I heard the Cuckoo Comments

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Poetry is the cuckoo that sits upon expectant life
While God is absent. Something vague and distant
From a far field, the cuckoo pleases all of us
Without eggs to incubate. But if you want the grief
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