This poem was written by my father, Dr. MZI Gill, and it is my honor to share his work here.
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I am whatever you think I am….
Aye, Iconoclast
Iconoclastic wrestling plastic in year twenty-two thousand Weary wear psychics beware… Forbidden to lose one’s hair— A. Life became wealthily fair. ——————- Arabic Alphabet = Kitchen Cabinet arranged by type, like with like categorically positioned, original No Capitals and No grammatical Correction by Design is Perfection. ——————- The Truly Original Individual, by way of hatred from TheContinue reading “Aye, Iconoclast”