Thursday, August 09, 2007

Contemplative

I can; RAN.
I need a tan.
Fried eggs on a iron pan.
Take my batter sense
to pay the tense of commerence.
Rock back, forth
hard rejoice.
Sour tower of choice.. choice..
Read sweet, kneed a heap
Taken for granted
Planted a weed
fertile little suckers
Grow with speed.

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