Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem

When I see your strut /
I envision a line of ruts /
As you burn through /
Like an overtuned car crew /
You feel like a cavernous cavern /
Eye-catching, intriguing, vast /
A glint of sparkles from with the pool /
Of darkness pointing to a mysterious lamp /
Amazing.


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