(Alice finely mused)
moonbeams do dwell and intertwine
do tell I dig yon paradigm
Is not too difficult to understand,
There are monstrous hours in a glass of shadowsnipes
Yipes the grass is rampant orange and mown in half
While the groans of telephones die to recharge
Precious dear I frear the mere are still at large,
So bathe the clock in wreathes of rust eternal springs
Unlock your ghosts they're likely lost so far from where
I know them by the faces painted on my low window
Mum by word ears are heard recite some sand,
Look here Alice there's a hole in your h a n d .And
appears to see you through .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2012-12-06 at 16:30
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A Hand Too Holed
Look here Alice there's a hole in your handmoonbeams do dwell and intertwine
do tell I dig yon paradigm
Is not too difficult to understand,
There are monstrous hours in a glass of shadowsnipes
Yipes the grass is rampant orange and mown in half
While the groans of telephones die to recharge
Precious dear I frear the mere are still at large,
So bathe the clock in wreathes of rust eternal springs
Unlock your ghosts they're likely lost so far from where
I know them by the faces painted on my low window
Mum by word ears are heard recite some sand,
Look here Alice there's a hole in your h a n d .And
appears to see you through .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 562 times
Written on 2012-12-06 at 16:30
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