So. A whittling whisper passed my path and watered the night away.
While wandering the dunes of dawn I passed the shores of clay
And a dwindling wisp of Aegean taboo across the iron moat
Once wed we there as lions flare from grass's ancient boat.
Ben
March 21, 2007
3 comments:
Is it just me or does that not make sense?
I should hope it does make sense, assuming you read the next post.
Ben
Well, I was reading and posting in chronological order. Now that I read it it makes sense.
By the way, you're such a nerd.
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