(2013)
composed 07 Mar
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
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Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
YOU and are not us.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.