THE NINTH TALE
Am in love with myself
crusty face like sand paper
Buttered with wool hair like sheep
Dipped in chocolate mud For a taste
Built for the coming of the asteroids
The air did drizzle dew
hovering the verdant opaque forest
Where creatures unknown dwells
There I stood in the centroid of its serenity
A beauty to behold! I said
The sun lashes from the east
Revealing the nakedness of greens
Pentecostal dreams reviving
The dark soil beneath me shivers with joy
As tiny creatures hops over trees
The wind barricaded by dense barks
Whistles tales to ugly hopping creatures
As they responded with loud whispering
The telling of the ninth tale of nature
A language man can't comprehend
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