Answers

 

Answers

“Why was I born?”

called the Jackdaw to the Raven.

“What’s the purpose of my life?”

whispered Piglet to Ratty.

“What does it mean?”

hissed Michelangelo to Raphael

with sour on his face.

“Where am I going?”

shouted a Dublin woman from the Northside

to Molly Malone.

“When will my answer be enough?”

I said to myself.

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