Sunday, April 17, 2005

Are not we men?

Happy strung go lucky day.
Overt covert blown away.

Orange, purple, haze of blue.
Ocean mist is seafoam true

Lost in transit, safe return
Homeless puppy, receipt? Return!

Length of time, not accurate
On big plumpness, we have sat.

Derelict and then sucked dry
Waving musket flowers high.

sore throat ever filled with strep
Open mind is bandaged up.


Poetry was never my strong breath.

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