BillA Poem by DayranAll that is possible.
Bill suspects that he always pretends At heart, he believes he's just ten Accustomed to walking with a cane He's finally come to use his mane Was taught a bunch as a youngster That God's there in case of disaster Loved the nursery rhymes in school Figured they wouldn't say it, if not true In the town that Bill's sheltered People always said he's bewildered But they loved the stories he'll spin Of white rabbits and big cowardly jinns. Bill wouldn't suppose to know What the creator has come to show When told that the knights are exemplar Replied that he was a cranky fella When the war came, he enlisted Hit the enemy on the head when blistered When asked, why he didn't just shoot the bugger Bill replied that he was just a mugger. At home in the mountains, its a little quiet Everybody wishes for Bill's empty gestures The stones in the graveyard, appear like it mattered While Bill's in town getting his book edited. Yesterday and yesterday and yesterday, the cockerel said, We were once a mighty state. When Bill came back, he hit it on the head And lay down to dream on his big wooden bed.
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5 Reviews Added on July 31, 2011 Last Updated on September 6, 2011 AuthorDayranMalacca, MalaysiaAbout' Akara Mudhala Ezhuththellaam Aadhi Bhagavan Mudhatre Ulaku ' Translation ..... All the World's literature, Is from the young mind of the Original Experiencer. .. more..Writing
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