Poem: The Comestible Hearts

 


Who wants to be president to be heard?

Your dreams at your behest the angels met. 


Dreams are valid, and so are you!


But choose not to be Mr. President ‘cause your dreams were met!


If miles are envisioned what can you say is the distance from your feet to the sky?


Going further, and getting closer, that's how we knew you can always come around. 


Childrens are fed and hungry! Believe it, they're not yours nor mine but a burden and minatory, 


Was Adam a man and Eve a woman? They probably had to die!


But, what else you shall have carried off with pride? (comestible hearts).

knowingly, it was so as it is in the heavens. 

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