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TADPOLES IN GROOMING

Why are men in high placesHoarding tadpoles in their embracesWhile grown frogs are in their faces…hoping to get in their graces? IIWhy are ripe fruits hangingAnd respectable hands go a-throwingHuge stones for the unripe’s falling?When the ripen will go a-rotting? IIIIt is a horrid attitude so rudeThat handcuffs must go a-chasingIt is a happening so […]