Poets Party
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1-1-2060 The Poets Big Party
On the scenic Island Poetica
Mad Hatter and Raw Swatter
Mad a blind heartbroken poet
Raw with golden yellow locks
She has looked around for lochs
Mad had found the streams
Which led to the deep lochs
But he could only hear them
Those gurgling streamlets
Warbling over wild rocks
Mad speaks aloud his words
Raw writes them on sand
The magnificent poem is lost
Forever by the wanton foolish
Greeting and hugging one another
On the Last Poets' Island
Dining and partying on virgin land
Thousands of poets had gathered
For the happiest occasion on Earth
As the dawn came holding hands
The jinxed poets went into the sea
In search for more words than
Letting things to be to be to be
©bishu