Monday, April 23, 2012

Crazy poem


To kiss the blue moon is tough
Don’t surprise the wavering clouds, they burn.
It’s important to bite the frog
But don’t swing on the red dog

Tough mud says “I’m sharp”
Eye ruined the leather clouds
To say rocks soft is tough
Throat bites hot red stuff

Important slag hides nowhere
Eye says bite the toughest soft leather
Cloud bruised cool blue
Leather red frog smiles

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