Misty mountain
This light summer breezeIs flying over green trees
I hear the summing of the bees
and then a little mosquito i squeeze
and there comes the fog
crawling over the mountain top
the sky drops
on the top of my head
and suddenly i am dead...
drama drama over here
let's see how much you really care
Poetry by meow
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Written on 2006-12-17 at 00:20
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