June 15, 2009

• one day fine

  one day fine, for each bent tine,

  a tale will too crawl down my spine;

  however

  until such time, using rhythm not rhyme,

  the tale or talk is sub to the prime:

  “the journey…” he said, “is worth the time”

  “but in theory it’s not just you,” she read, In Red Sublime

  “it’s all to me and you to see” he then replied, “but how can sunset let the tide…”

  “come in then out and backwards slide?” She nodded to reply a telling asking why,

  “…he could be so foolish with his big fat lie!”

  
  

  ouch

  -dick

  
  

  
  

  • 3:50 pm
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