Tuesday, October 26, 2010
nonsense of the day
How can the smallish rod flip under the flour?
Life toes the line without the blank breakdown.
How can the year sketch life?
Monkeys argue above my hardware.
Our estate gossips above the air.
Life mandates monkeys over an autobiography.
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