MerrierA Poem by Alfred Kukitzlike a Santa we knowMerrier A slow tale of beauty recedes into itself hiding its pathway to unfortunate eyes Once a big snooper tried hard to find her way but the tale of beauty had tricks that turned it away When the merrier of ancient time heard the news strike his ear He sent an army of snoopers to find what he held dear. On a morning in April with the sun all divine The merrier held the tale of beauty in the bosom of all time. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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