SOUND ON SOUNDA Poem by Eagle Cruaghlittle sounds change our world of languageSOUND ON SOUND
Come hatch an onomatopoeia
With only the wind and rain
Without the stink of gia
And the storm to ease the pain
Where man begets
And friends will not allow
The pain of disassociation
Will almost always follow
The moral is
No rightful fellow
Will do his biz in vain
In a random run
With the work all done
The sun will shine again
------Eagle Cruagh
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