recesses of poetry
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Parts Of Columbus' Ship
lose your ass to go pick up my daughter to the nursery, apart
of parent-child relationship and the feelings that in this poem, not have a place.
Atlantis has hidden in his eyes and burned Rome in his mouth.
Care my child. It's true what they say poetry is where you least expect.
Today I said that Juliet had poop twice and have eaten a lot puree, an amount Prosopopeya , she said.
And I still think that, yes, poetry where you least expect jumps.
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