'Twas said to have saith that the liar who decieved lion in its lair was dead after having met an untimely death without shelter of air. 'Tis say that wind trees sway outside homes for rent from homelessness a day away mortgaging pent up repent. 'Twere unfathomable how creation began for men listen only to what they wish to hear, sanctifying seemingly unsacred sacristan, making a castle out of a mole's abode mere. 'Thas been prescribed in folly that infant should ween and thought much literature, few read the tale, when the one track mind cannot decipher line between as aspirations are set on mountains losing sight o'dale. 'Twould've been different to differentially remain same, being met by haughty exiting limo in disdain, taking foolish pride in a shoelace honestly done, seeming though refusing friendship for acrynomous gain.
by Hercolena Oliver June 15, 2010