In this time we have Let us invite in plenty So many you’s to choose
Some say it will n’er Some say it will stay the same Some say it will come again
Nature makes us for- get There are rules to the games We forget we forget Break the rules!
Caa-mee-doo-low-tee Ooo-Arr-Lee-Cum-lee-oww-umm Tee-cum-rad-tee-cum Hay-low and well-cum too my blog! Ha Has time slowed dow-n, or has mind spee-ded up?? This poem thing is stuff I do know. I hope you like it!!
the line speaks of wrath the crying game we’ve endured supplicare fugits
Once upon a time inward bound far-go-il-ly now we sail westward
One fine sunny day truncated octahedron sat crying at home
When does shit become? bowels or small intestine? Anyone interested?
In which da best way! in da end, it’s all you see haiku a mockkuu
In some, where we see Our idols which become clear as a sunny day