Hark! Hark My Soul!

Hark! Hark my soul!
For the ngels are singing for my works;
And like your lovely muse in the land of peace.
A galloping horse,
Hark! Hark my soul!
And like sagging spirits and the zest of life;
But, it sounded very scary to me.
Hark, Clark, park, bark, lark, mark, cark, dark, natk, quark;
But, it sounded very scary to me!
However, the angels were singing all day long for my works.
Fable, talbe, stable, able, cable, babble, grabble, parable;
But, it sound very scary to me!
And like the seagull in the land of your muse,
But, help me that i may not fail into the hands of the wrong crowd.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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