30.4.11

2011 - Day 118

The way they sayin it
Such a mess they sprayin it,
When the lightening rolls upon the meadow.
Fast mass where we're hearin it
The past they be fearin it
An off white pearl determines the glow.
Velvet robes and crystal balls
A bucket of the unknown
Saves space
Drinks paste
And round and round she goes.

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