(I made this poem some 10 years ago- July 26, 2001 ro be exact. )
I,
being driven half insane
because of some green wings
haltered by eavesdropping;
knew nothing but talked much
though here never knew
that an oven moved
slowly to bake me
but I tried to change
like the phases of the moon
and rather hide myself
in the darkness of the night
So I apologize
for the thorns I have thrown
but she kept on challenging me
hitting my ego and pride
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