Asthentins Ickberium

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On the eve of the star of Neptune

When the sun reigns down on dim

Whence the glow of night

and the ball of light

induce the still of fright to slim.

Ither whilst twice,

It all sounds nice

but, alas, as the rain turns to dew.

Wallace won’t stand

The American flag

and the sun kind of shines

with the yew.

America, so beautiful

so bold so striped in blue.

It turns by the day

and it slips in the hay

for shimmering stance with stew.

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About Miranda S. Wrightz

I breath one breath at a time, like a normal mermaid.

2 responses to “Asthentins Ickberium

  1. Oh a land filled yet fraught
    The children laugh for naught
    The tired mother sigh
    As their angels soar to sky

  2. The spoof and the wind
    All manage to rescind
    As the tired mother lies
    and tears fill her eyes.
    For the allergies she bears
    Hoping noone overhears
    Once the day flies and grows
    as the elephant’s long nose.

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