Today exists napping in a song.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Poem: The Charging Bull
Dave, why look at meeeeerrrr!
Sound of soft silence and chiseled
Blue needs to be waved. To dissolve issues.
My heavy washed hands
And salty Pause might do the trick.
The bull rushes past me
Or does it?
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment