Typically I discover a wreck or two that makes me really feel all poetical and stuff.
These…[dramatic pause]… are these wrecks.
Barren winter tree
on a large naked cookie.
Woo. Celebration.
Circle of sprinkles
as an alternative of decorations
as a result of it is break time.
A fish within the sky.
She turned me right into a newt!
However…I bought higher.
Packing foam peanuts,
A giant shiny pile of…wait.
Is that Tiana?
Blue, orange, yellow.
A cheerful makeover for
the attention of Sauron.
And now, let’s hear a chunk from the king of beat poetry himself:
Spot on, Knowledge. Spot. On.
Because of Ellen B., Rachel W., Jodee R., Meg G., & Lizzie B. who additionally have hedonistic predilections for demonstrations of affection, however we do not discuss that.
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And from my different weblog, Epbot:
