Apr 15, 2008 20:38
If the correct were corrected without transgressions,
as far as why farms could knew.
And felled sideways each demand's two lessons,
would that be dancing for true.
On the finest paper like can see,
can I send a letter to a tree.
My life defined on just one card,
to you I send the whiteness marred.
You should know I fear fast words like static,
so we should probably speak like storms.
The same way mammals discussing their feeling,
honk their moan two horns.
Box of frozen fish hidden below floor,
bottle of cooking oil retrieved from the trash.
Cup of coffee knocked over on counter,
and a compass so I look out right glass.