POEM: A Walk In The Park

Sometimes life IS a walk in the park.

A Walk In The Park

I thought
I had it
Sorted out
Bin there
Done that
Only too discover
A knew
Sow unprecedented
In the recess
Of my tenderfooted soul
A fresh walk in the park
Fore the gait always open
Besting
Every return
Of any Tao jones

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