Poem -

Ajá ñ Sáré

Self-Betting

Ajá ñ Sáré

Index on Rat..
Odds are fine today!
Clicking into the success
That will later fail.

Eyes tattooed, the breeze lost its strength.. 
To the boiling of the midriff it had earlier calmed!

The web trapped the roach till it got its head plucked.

​ 'Cold beak' ran good...
so the 'Lyon Lyon' gnashed on Baton.

They met still the ground
Dried at the final edge!

'Euro' a supposed Hero, failed 'Premier' vice versa!
Even 2 didn't come!
What came a Doom
​​​​​​That the  Dawn had promised!

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