Monday, September 8, 2014

poem of the day Sept 8


“I want
to fly”
said the
master
as he
ran
down
the hill
and crashed
“Why can’t
you Master?”
asked the
student
“Because
sometimes
a master
Is Not
a Master”
The master
Shouted
in glee
As he took
off again
and crashed

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