Clip infinitesimal fantasies
The winged wombat waddles
Bequeathed a grove of trees
To the singing stars above.
Her ermine phantom
Planted populous polygamists
Between the swift hedges
To spread like peanut butter.
(The bitter bantering bandit
Bolted beautifully, broadly boothwards,
Bypassing brilliant botanists basking
Beneath brill-cream blast)
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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