Love is stretchy,
Like a cat,
And yet, it's stretchier than that.
My heart is falling
At my feet,
And now it's too dirty to eat.
A single dove
Has taken flight
Because he's late for bingo night.
When I grow up,
I want to be
A bear
Or something,
I don't care.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Symphony
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I love your poem.
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