Barren and empty
Covered with wit and noise
The shell that house like a tortoise
To pull self in
When someone for wisdom look in
My direction!
Putting head out
Just for moments to tell
My greatness, and yell
Neighbour’s smallness
Calling it orthodoxy, a defence
For my master’s silence!
Covered with wit and noise
The shell that house like a tortoise
To pull self in
When someone for wisdom look in
My direction!
Putting head out
Just for moments to tell
My greatness, and yell
Neighbour’s smallness
Calling it orthodoxy, a defence
For my master’s silence!
Henry Victor 05.12.2003
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