Ambition Oct27


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Time the Healer goes forth

With all aplomb;

Exudes the shape of lion and tiger brawn.

And jungle palm frond

Whipped in windy blast;

The pond fills up with muddy-watered brim.

A shack to house the hunters

‘Neath a cliff

And green-leafed brazen boys and men attend

Who Ambite to dredge their souls.

For all delude

Their mothers yarn on days all gladly come.