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The Eagle

By Maya “Bubba” Angelou

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he farts.

(thank you. thank you very much)

[Do Not Make Fun Of His Ears]

I saw a Maya Angelou poem written on a truckstop bathroom wall once.

It began,
“Here I sit, brokenhearted....”