If the country’s gates are opened
I will have shown
That I have atoned
For ancestral sins
Wear a permanent grin
Or so I perceive
Never question
These beliefs
Never ask “Who am I”?
The limitless blue sky
The burst pressure of a tire
Is about 200 psi
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2024 21:01
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Comments2
Enigmatic lines that lead one to reread and puzzle over this poem. Nicely rhymed and with good flow. I felt it without understanding.
Thanks for your comment, Soren. I felt like I was treading through a minefield writing this rhyme!
A very intriguing read. Really well done.
Thanks, Tom. I guess I successfully negotiated the minefield!
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