Eat Eliots Heart

The crows are flying ‘round me
said the raven nevermore
and with the oranges of heaven
we knights of old play battledore
and take away whats left
for all the years of yore and peril.

And the wheels go round
and round in the morning,
so have a nice day,
Have A Nice Day,
HAVE A NICE DAY!

poem by Fred Babbin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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