BRAIN STORM


The man in line with all  creativity that exist
ANTHONY    AMIMO
 One time ago
I had a deer
A small graceful deer

It was always happy and lively,
Ran up and about in the forest,
But you knw what,
My little deer never forgot to return.

For ages and ages,
We lived as one,
Then all over a sadden,
From the blues, so to say,
My deer never showed up.


At first i took it easy,
Drought came and passed,
Rains fell and floods flooded,
People planted and harvested,
And you know what,
All this time my deer was no where in vicinity.

I became worried,
And as time passed,
I was alarmed.......
Then I asked myself,
Will I just sit and watch?
Wait with patience in vain?
No! I decided,
And declared a search......

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