The founding fathers!
This old man shall handle
The deeds and misdoings
Of people afar
He thought and he pondered,
Talked long and then wandered
But still couldn't find
The law he so longed...
So he traveled the landscape
Trotted the hills
He mounted his horse-
Off on his own will!
He met others like him-
Knowing and free
They pondered together-
-Are you like me?-
But no, they all shouted,
What makes him like me?!
The only thing holding him
Is our family tree!
So no, they decided,
Dabbing an inkwell,
We may be quite different
But we are still equal!
Poetry by Inchworm
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Written on 2007-03-24 at 18:01
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By The Light of a Candle
By the light of a candleThis old man shall handle
The deeds and misdoings
Of people afar
He thought and he pondered,
Talked long and then wandered
But still couldn't find
The law he so longed...
So he traveled the landscape
Trotted the hills
He mounted his horse-
Off on his own will!
He met others like him-
Knowing and free
They pondered together-
-Are you like me?-
But no, they all shouted,
What makes him like me?!
The only thing holding him
Is our family tree!
So no, they decided,
Dabbing an inkwell,
We may be quite different
But we are still equal!
Poetry by Inchworm
Read 485 times
Written on 2007-03-24 at 18:01
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