My Precious
My glorious new wall hanging,
Treated to be live like a king,
Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn,
It was there without a weeping.
A fly! A FLY!
How dare you, petite little waste,
To swell your muck in a haste?
I rushed to it, yelling “BEGONE!”
Furiously, forcefully, it was chased.
Oh dear! OH DEAR!
What have I done,
To my beloved golden?
For it has… withdrawn.
It is there no more, it has fallen.
We are the architects of our own destruction.
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Wizard "My Jaya... <3" Peaceful
- 14 years, 5 months, 20 days ago