There's a man at the door,
He says he wants some more,
Of things that give him venerable,
Ostentatious oligarchs,
Moresooften than has been,
Every one of us is keen,
Levies for the rich and poor,
Encouragable, fireworks, and more.
Friday, September 11, 2009
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In the moon there is no peace,
But the bathtub bubbles in effervescence,
The sky, she does not weep,
But the shower is warm and inviting.
With the procession overhead,
All we think is cake and pie,
It speaks words never said,
Just sit back now and sigh.
The wind is blowing through the trees,
The water flows down through my hair,
The birds know nothing of the bees,
I am nothing without a care.
The sun explodes; the world ends,
I warm my feet next to the glow,
Particles the universe transcend,
I think what I see, I know.
-ArbyFish
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