Caught the defendants,
Sir Pull, Mrs. Miserable, and Maestro Throw
All hurling his purple girdle in a photo
The day he waited
Bare brass button naked
For the bus?
Thus the catalyst
For all of this fuss
Traces back to the crust of the earth
The ashy dust in the hearth
The scraggly tufts of goat girth
Standing before the jury—
The very terrible three—
Whose verdict can only be
"If you don't work nothing will." Maya Angelou Read Bio
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