A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.
Like a hyena who chanced upon a dead fish,
Gleamed those eyes; the ears shivered in excitement.
Ha, the fool!
No failure is bad when the vanquisher is a coward
When his prize is a stolen piece of cake.
posted by Archana @ 11/14/2006 11:18:00 am
A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.
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