Austerity of a scrambled crib

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Oh vague janitor!

Realised a book can’t be judged by it cover

When darkness enveloped us

Light left and right

Still in the dark yard

An abode synonymous to a hole

Oh! scrambled crib

On a blessed morning,

While drinking in the beauty of nature,

Gazing at the breath_taking atmosphere,

Thinking of the devil,he came around

Thought we would get to the end of the tunnel

There arrived reality accompanied with unfortunate truth

Alas! it was the last straw that breaks the camel

Oh!what a scrambled crib?




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