July 23, 2009

Poem: SPRINKLES

SPRINKLES
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Its an act of magic
Everytime it happens
Sure to defy logic
With its stochastic trappings

It is so with stars above
When seeds sprout above ground
Sure is when couples find love
And ants swarm the mound

Such is our ambience
That everything is sprinkles
A dot here and there of chance
Creates countless lively wrinkles

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