Friday, May 06, 2005

A Basic Rhyme

Never smile at
A waiting man
His eyes so lean
His cut so clean
We will never see
What it is he means,
What he plans.

Basic rhyme
And rythme
Sweet and flowing
He dances, sowing
Contenment
An ointment
On your troubles growing
And subsiding with the moon.

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