A sly animal.
A fox of the color gray,
Moving through the woods,
Always led astray.
With eyes of gold,
Worth millions if sold.
Let God throw you around,
Throw you to to the ground,
But you'll get around the bend,
Your life won't end.
You'll be alright,
Just follow the light,
See the right through the trees,
You'll be happy with your simple life of ease.
The hardships you go through in life,
Will make it worth living.
Oh little fox,
Keep Going.
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Poems of a mended artist.
Поэзияthis will be a part two to my other set of poems. please read them but they are not needed to understand these. These will be much sadder than my original ones usually.
