We are
bound by a vigilant RHYME.
In my palm
of lines criss-cross,
Karma The parrot
sits steadfast,
Picks up the tarot
card of many,
We are eager
to know our
Future,
Wait! Wait! Don’t create
a furore,
Parrot cries in tone
loquacious,
We are
bound by Vigilant
RHYME
The strict
Task master, Time .
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