Fun, was the day
For spring came.
Water a drop
in a land dead,
was it.
Feast,
in a land dead,
was it.
Yells,
in a land dead,
was it.
Crack
it be;
Fissure,
it is a;
Break,
was it;
Oh how lovely.
Combine.
Make to -
spring break.
Break ears do, before horrible my fake Shakespeare.
Friday, March 28, 2008
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