Sunday, 25 August 2013

Abbot Who Depleted The Terrene.

And it continued to wait for the prankster to play the  last prank,
Last foul play was of an incredulity which blew by blew,
The trap of the coughing syrup entangled in depths,
Enlivening of the swain kept abruptly with his ear-phone on,
In the crowded stalls of life, bargained it's lust for harmony,
Lavishing lamenting 're patronized by the abbot,
The abbot who depleted the terrene .

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