Friday, April 25, 2008

Flererer


Trip the lip
And spin off
Oden's raven
and glibly done
trees to fly
flees to try
nevery day we smile
black and white
and grin all over
place words on pages
make the lies
nice and straight
flush the light
and trump dark
for a little while.

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