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Crayola Bomb
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Crayola Bomb |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Crayola Bomb By: Noah Eaton 5/1/04 . . . . . KA-BOOM! . . . (Hey, what happened?) . . . I just detonated the bomb! . . . (What bomb?) . . . The Crayolabomb! . . . (Crayola bomb?) . . . Yeah, it's my little bomb of happiness. . . . (Wow, look at all those colors in the sky!) . (They're sooooo pretty!) (Mmmmmmmmm, the skies taste like Dubble Bubble!) . . . Yeah, it's a love bomb, here, let me explain!) . . . . . Weapons of mass destruction? (No way!) Works of mass deception? (Go away) Worries of mass dilution? (Bye bye!) Winters of mass disruption? (Sun's comin' up!) Yeah, the only weapon I customize, is one made from love, Crayola Bomb! (Crayola Bomb, baby!) Hold your love like a mustard seed, fingerpaint it with the gluconate of the rainbows, savor it with sugar, spice and everything nice, and bake it in a Hostess Sno-Ball, stick a candy cane fuse into the soft center, magnetize it with pop rock crystals, light the fuze with your whammy kiss, 3, 2, 1, bombs away! Crayola bomb, crayola bomb, crayola bomb, crayola bomb! Hey, I'm no nuclear physicist, I don't even have a PhD, but there is one thing I do know, and that is love's the ultimate radiation, move over, amonium nitrate, step aside, nitroglycerine, there's a new weapon in town, let's bask in the afterglow of this meltdown! Yeah, the only weapon I customize, is one made from love, Crayola Bomb! (Crayola Bomb, baby!) Take all your love, mold it into shape, and bake it, like a Hostess Sno-Ball! (Now there's the cream filling, that's the stuff!) Take all your love, mold it into shape, and bake it, like a Hostess Sno-Ball! (You've got the love, you know what to do!) GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO! Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's gonna blow! GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO! Whoa, whoa, whoa, thar she blows! Look at the horizon, blazing in bushfire, with all the colors of the rainbow! Magenta and peach, watermelon and grape, lemon and lime and silver and gold! It's raining flowers, and Crayola boxes, with the sharpener built right in, so the children, can keep drawing, let's dance this endless summer away, I WANNA SEE YOU SHAKE IT! GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO! Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's gonna blow! GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO! Whoa, whoa, whoa, thar she blows! GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO! Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's gonna blow! GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO! Whoa, whoa, whoa, thar she blows! "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Noah, you are always so very colorful in your work. Dance on my friend  Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
Wow! All that love and pretty colors on these pages of blue. Hugs BonBon  |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Great write Noah! Eric |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Now if only all bombs could be Crayola ones! ~ Then war would be less devasting and could at least add some colour to the world instead of painting it black and gray. I love your spirit and creativity, my dear angel friend. EA  |
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