A tale,
told by a man,
Once,
a boy's nightmare.
The start,
makes the end.
The warrior,
makes the knight.
Out of the ordinary,
miracles,
Reflections tell a fairy,
Mirror calls.
What's treated right,
Never would have left,
Early birds are lucky,
Late worms are too!
"Late Worms"
Drew_Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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