Fast
faster
Too fast and not fast enough.
Closed mouth.
Called bluff.
Rhymes are for kids.
Stories for crossed legs
and glue gloss on the back
of your hand.
Luck
lucky is she.
The one with the switch.
While he is the one.
Always leaning
toward the cliff.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
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