The Confront; I Believe

The Confront; I Believe short poem

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Not Too Verbose,
Like Other Goose,
Bla, Bla, Bla, Yeh….
Not a Communal Preferer,
Like Other Piles Of Manure,
Brag, Brag, Brag, Ney….

Like a Lactose Heart; Glorious,
So Pious,
Meant For Reverence; Reliable.
Too Practical, So Mercurious,
Far Concise,
Man You Are Great; Venerable.

Looks Everything Through Frames;
So Complexioned Life,
Vigilance In His Speech.
Magical Shows With Whims;
Calibre Filled Sigh,
Mounting Blue Soul Breach.

Chin Beard Like Honey Comb;
Comb Like Sweet Filled Womb,
Sweetness For Plunderer.
Perfect Not a Numb;
Magnetic To His Dome,
Tracking Right a Wanderer.

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One of the greatest poem I have ever had in my life…….. The poets imagination is beyond his brain….. May god bless him….. Thank you for such a great work….. Loved from DEEPAK


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