Toads were not mentioned, but I think frogs can put the damage on!
We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Dashing it was...
Then I watched the time
To fall into a clock
Into a whales heart
A test of characters
Breasts is fine
She is herself
The showers drop their rain
There is no pain
Rivers roll across the plains
Breasts was warm
A rainbow formed
Another day of work and play
The chess is on the cement
Pawns EVERYWHERE.
To fall into a clock
Into a whales heart
A test of characters
Breasts is fine
She is herself
The showers drop their rain
There is no pain
Rivers roll across the plains
Breasts was warm
A rainbow formed
Another day of work and play
The chess is on the cement
Pawns EVERYWHERE.
An introduction to breasts
Is a book title you can't use unless it is my character, Breasts herself, the one and only!
Suddenly the sky parted like two giant breasts..
It was going to be a good day
She gave me a high five
Suddenly she was ready to drive
The rods were moving in her eyes
In fact she was made of Pi
Everything is going to be alright
On this magic carpet ride
Face full of whip cream
Life is just a waking dream.
She gave me a high five
Suddenly she was ready to drive
The rods were moving in her eyes
In fact she was made of Pi
Everything is going to be alright
On this magic carpet ride
Face full of whip cream
Life is just a waking dream.
With a wish
With a hand on bun
HOT CROSS BUNS
For very cross
For very crass
Improved recipe
For a cute puppy
A tiny canary
And giant LIPS
MERRY CHRISTMAS
Best wishes.
HOT CROSS BUNS
For very cross
For very crass
Improved recipe
For a cute puppy
A tiny canary
And giant LIPS
MERRY CHRISTMAS
Best wishes.
Not sure why,
But two of my blog's traffic show a bit of recognition for my poetry. This is a first.
What now,
In time
To see the day
Not monotonous
But increments of space
A comedy pushing through
Not easy with Mister Blur
With the end
Is not the night
Or the striking of midnight
Though time wraps it together
In a swans song.
To see the day
Not monotonous
But increments of space
A comedy pushing through
Not easy with Mister Blur
With the end
Is not the night
Or the striking of midnight
Though time wraps it together
In a swans song.
Twist and shout
To write
And go into exctasy
As thoughts transform
It is freedom
To be there
Wild with words
To tame them
Is the deep woods
Inside shadows.
Has the world gotten better since I changed the name of this blog?
I still find people to be just as evil or insensitive or judging or violent..
A few lights though in a very dark sky.
A few lights though in a very dark sky.
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