Heres a poem ...
It was brought out by a picture of Katrina and exploding worms of light.
Girl explosion for love and only in the peach coloured morning. Let's drink and I need sleep but next time is light time no maybe is not yet but what then was is not now is.
Open diver dips dancing with the golden ponies as globes spin we find our homes. As homes are wrecked we find our families and sleeping bags never felt so warm and a fireplace never had the chance to glow when they came in and they came in.
Girl explosion for love and only in the peach coloured morning. Let's drink and I need sleep but next time is light time no maybe is not yet but what then was is not now is.
Open diver dips dancing with the golden ponies as globes spin we find our homes. As homes are wrecked we find our families and sleeping bags never felt so warm and a fireplace never had the chance to glow when they came in and they came in.