Open Poetry #42 |
Colorless sparkle |
Brian23 Member
since 2007-11-03
Posts 73Belfast, Ireland |
Green bottles filled with the clear colored sparkle A weekly gift from my dearly beloved matriarchal We peruse the canyons of gullet filled dreams Filling the cart even with those naughty forbidden creams Then to choose the numbers six in all My ohh my, was I once actually that small? The motor which has now outlasted us all but one Drove us to the homestead under the dying sun I shed a tear without sparkle upon the ground For that’s were everybody heads without sound |
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