While the small tethered boy
Flocked merrily to the plane
His eyes alighted like the springing rain
The slumbering mind-sloth shared
His stinging pain
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.
With his feet so gentle
And his aptitude so quick
He delivered himself with nary a flick
Of the porcine jaws licking
The corpulent corpse
The past was sticking
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
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