At nine…
There was frost on my grass.
At ten…
Threw some more on,
The fire…
At eleven…
Thanked God for full glass.
At twelve…
Went outside to,
Expire…
Cold Times
January 6, 2009
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And A Plasticine Is Real
January 6, 2009Is it the eggs or the chicken to blame,
For this crazy, and deadly omelette?
Too much to unscramble or explain,
Even God, hasn’t stopped the bombs yet.
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