Friday, March 22, 2013

Poem Precedes Intention (Shortly)

And the spitting image of Tree said, Spring is in the air, not seven inches away. And Ducks were like, for every other moment. Weird Cloud stood tall and hankering. It's so much Bach concerto prised from tulip inferred in bulb planted fall. Wily words remain in a human way, filling District, that cad. District associates the rules and seasons, even counts sunlight. There are many Sunlights now, the fad of sentence. Another word, another day.

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