Aim (standard:poetry, 48 words)
Author: pad	Added: Jul 16 2003	Views/Reads: 3060/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
a short ditty about my dad furiously trying to map out my life.. but sometimes, things dont go as planned.

how can an arrow with right aim 

not find its eye of bulls? 

or a lion rightly tamed 

whet its tongue on fools? 

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a gusty wind and feline friend have made their mark on 'right', 

for what belongs and what is wrong is not for narrowed sight.


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