Fools
L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You may kick me around.
Until I am found.
Crawling upon the ground.
But do not leave me to believe,
Your misdeeds others don't see.
With a doing to you.
To have you on your knees.
As you disbelieve,
Them to have been your friends.
When you discover like they have done,
No one benefits from this.
To realize whomever is kicked around,
Also has friends.
Awaiting to be given permission,
To end their efforts kept endeavored.
That supports activities,
Of those who prove themselves to be fools.
Bu şiiri puanla
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