A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Layers upon layers like a chocolate cake Sunlight filtered down like a fine coffee You can taste the freshness if you dare And brown yourself like a grizzly bear. Toothpaste and mouthwash Waves lick the sandy shore And are remembered no more.
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