Saturday, November 8, 2014

14 randomized lines...a sonnet!

We exist independent of the filth
and every opportunity
Oolong’s second infusion tastes much smoother than the first,
I thought it was a clever argument, but one that was closed
We grew, became adults with his success
Music and Harvest” is says at the base
like dew, early, early
I struggle to preserve.  The touch, the taste
the crystal ball:
festers, breeds ten plagues –
or a pull of reefer.
cowers and hides behind a mother’s skirt,
Sit down, sit down…
A wistful word,

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