One spring like any other.
- Or was it?
Knocking the pot-plants on to the floor,
serenely climbing that tiresome veranda,
don't stop at anything.
— Must get to that front door!
One snake will soon spawn, be properly settled,
probably prompting a gentrification.
— Indulged in the task of creating a nation!
— Rather surrender than facing the scourge.
Poetry by Leif H T Strand
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 10:03
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- Or was it?
Spring, 2004
Stark-naked reptile squirts its pain, perplex and tiresome in the errant rain.Knocking the pot-plants on to the floor,
serenely climbing that tiresome veranda,
don't stop at anything.
— Must get to that front door!
One snake will soon spawn, be properly settled,
probably prompting a gentrification.
— Indulged in the task of creating a nation!
— Rather surrender than facing the scourge.
Poetry by Leif H T Strand
Read 724 times
Written on 2006-09-01 at 10:03
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