Thursday, January 21, 2010

Ode pour person reclaimez

Ring ring tones bellow
below the fogginess of whether
or not so little is too much
when really ever
was the word
and the word
was with Him
and me
like sheep
like fowl weather
like this dang
ringing in my ears for years
life's a nasty fellow
just remember to say hello
as the beachball tears
and I sink in the drink

card carrying table No longer to malinger, i'd rather just linger longer in the hutch which is a seasoned crutch with roast pepper.

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