One born every minuteA Poem by PoeticpiersRondeauOne born every minute. Rondeau. We may not see what is to be. It is hidden purposely. Although some people claim they can See ahead and defy the ban I think that very probably Its only clever trickery to persuade the credulous. We may not see. The trickster pretends he can see. Your future fate quite easily. I have no doubt at all he can succeed in fooling everyman. Who is not prepared to agree. We may not see. © 2011 Poeticpiers |
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3 Reviews Added on November 21, 2011 Last Updated on November 21, 2011 AuthorPoeticpiersNear Durham city UK, United KingdomAbout72years, young married. Ex police officer Ex social worker. interests Reading and writing poetry Painting and drawing in coloured pencil avid reader,sci fi fantasy crime. comparitive religion and esp... more..Writing
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