NEEDLEWRITER

Peek through the eye of a needle


Poem “Chess”


If the chess is well played
Nothing will be mentally delayed.
Be a pawn, on the street wear no crown.
Even the hunt will, on the chessboard stay.
Untill we our debt pay. The horse always
Jumps away, the king says he will not pay.
The rook is just a rook, all thirty two in my womb I took.



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