Daisy
Daisy wanders in a field, Trips on the tail of mousketeer. Plants itself into the ground and blooms itself till speed of sound..
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The world is my poemground.
Daisy wanders in a field, Trips on the tail of mousketeer. Plants itself into the ground and blooms itself till speed of sound..
Toe touch. N go go. Girls just. Wanna. Have fun. At the party. Like its 1999. Phantom menace. To society socially. Insecure emotionally. Unavailable until three. Blind mice and men are.
So one day I found this book titled analytical orthography at a thrift store...excited I shared this 1842 published treasure with two friends.
Where should she put it. When will it grow. Who took my shadow. Why does it snow. How come to Questions I can't know, Does my mind race with incessant flow?.
To Poem or not to Poem. That is the question..
Earth day...puttin the "n" "o" in ignorance..