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Just another lazy autom day, sitting and watching the beauty around me. here are the results of my futile attempt at poetry:
Tens of thousands of little dancers drift dreamily from their stages in the sky
Tickled pink, red, orange, and brown, these little leaves drop one by one, creating a magasty upon the dull green grass below
Tossed from their footholds high in the branches of these towering giants, the tricky wind tumbles them about in an impressive display
The little acrobats stay their landing every time, as they float, seemingly unpreterbed by the windes foul play, to their rest, painting the world with brilliant colours
Tens of thousands of little actors, playing upon the stage of the seasons
Naked fingures scrape the sky, scarily sinister without colour and cloth
The dying grass now graced by beautiful works of art
my fucking computer is having PMS or something i swear, he keeps kicking me off of aim. why my male computer has PMS is something only he knows...>_< george is a complicated one...-pets george-
Tens of thousands of little dancers drift dreamily from their stages in the sky
Tickled pink, red, orange, and brown, these little leaves drop one by one, creating a magasty upon the dull green grass below
Tossed from their footholds high in the branches of these towering giants, the tricky wind tumbles them about in an impressive display
The little acrobats stay their landing every time, as they float, seemingly unpreterbed by the windes foul play, to their rest, painting the world with brilliant colours
Tens of thousands of little actors, playing upon the stage of the seasons
Naked fingures scrape the sky, scarily sinister without colour and cloth
The dying grass now graced by beautiful works of art
my fucking computer is having PMS or something i swear, he keeps kicking me off of aim. why my male computer has PMS is something only he knows...>_< george is a complicated one...-pets george-