Sunday, April 20, 2014

Poem: They Will Knot

Pieces right before the crowd
Banging fast
Loyalty loud

The order of this madness
is quite demanding
Dominoes standing

All will attempt to strike them down
Run with fury for each crown

But, the puzzle art is breaking away
The star is no one
All in disarray

Who will lead or stay?
Will they paste what they fought?
No, I'm afraid they will Knot.


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