Tuesday, September 1, 2015

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The small audience looked bored, getting fidgety,
Eyes focused on other things, avoiding each other maybe,
Ears fancied bird-chirping, muted noises a farther,
Feet shifted just so, semblance of silence's sake,
The morning weather in the quadrangle little louder, imminent

During this average celebration of some occasion,
Conviction carried on unembarrassed, caring not much for grace,
Like a lost ant unsteadily carrying a morsel for the colony,
As the oblivious man recited three long didactic poems,
exchanged inspiration for the simple obvious, in harmony with all.


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