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A Cane On The Lane.

Going down the lane,

I saw a big cane,

Lying idly  on the middle,

Creating a perplexing riddle,

The passers crossed over,

With a slight tremor,

No one dared to take,

As  though it was fake,

Lest it would turn like,

A hideous omen alike,

Marking a risk too  much,

Dispensing a terrible fear  as such,

A man came  groping towards it,

With uneasy effort lifted it,

 Surprised  the spectator’s find,

 That he was blind.