Tuesday, August 23, 2016

All I Heard

There once was a little word
who loved to fly about
a town which oft was dark
though rarely lights did flash.
One day it saw the light and flew
from the town, but then was lost
inside another maze of flesh.
It fell through a hole and broke
But all I heard was someone spoke.

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