Monday, April 20, 2015

The Hail You Say

Salovar, who hailed from afar,
Was about to hail a cab
When the hail began to fall,
So he ducked back into the hall,
pleased at remaining hale.

This isn't so much some "hailish" attempt at poetry as it is just me playing with word meanings.

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