Poetry on adrenaline
18 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
A rolling stone gathers no moss,
But it sure gathers lots of squished bugs.
I'm just a poor poet, writing the world as I know it: ultraviolet and lead.
Join me on this path of whimsy?
Here's what's in my head:
A random thought I once had
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