It was a poor decision to begin the show
burned my bare scalp & a colorful crust
& swirling lines underlying the bread of your
wallet, figuratively speaking.
No one in the vicinity had listened
intently while trying not to bother the others
all fell asleep watching. Since we hadn't
seen the hat hanging on the nail pounded
the side of the wall with hurricane force and
keep all the bees away. But I hear the
wailing moan of the plump swans
are falling into the abyss, slowly falling and I can't
quite reach the handrail. Surely the impact
Will finally shatter us.
-finished 11/1/2016 12:54:28 PM PST
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