I found you among
the canes, gorging as you do
on raspberry life,
crushing joy on your
sweet sweet tongue. I have tasted
you before, now this
day in summer's long
sun bright light. This road will go
to our doom, our doom.
August 5, 2010 9:36 AM
Modified May 7, 2013 4:09 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.