Wednesday, April 5, 2017

from p.4 on 4/3

Tick tock,
time slowly
speeds away.

Hope hip bop,
you cooked your dinner
to the skippidychop.


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The curl of a smile,
the flex of a finger--
art is living!


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Stars crawl across
the night sky at
a snail's pace, yet
not slow enough.


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Only ones who know rain falls,
drive slow.

Summer dream
long night, low.

I'll see you soon
but, please, don't go.

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