Man and His NatureA Poem by Sir Joe
Everything was tranquil:
The tall grass disheveled, twisted and still, The elephant was soundly sleeping Downhill until... Wildness! The tall grass swayed terribly, The hill relentlessly jolted - The elephant awoke But it had no more time To shout "Swiper, no swiping!" Because it was being choked! It shuddered, it threw up. Eventually, it died. And everything became tranquil again.
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Added on July 1, 2012Last Updated on July 3, 2012 AuthorSir JoeStoneville, Oragonland, Pearl of the Orient Seas, PhilippinesAboutWriting is one way I preserve memories, ideas, thoughts, and moments. When I write, I feel I keep a record of the pieces of my existence. Through writing, my deepest emotions become unrestrained, the .. more..Writing
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