The moon is howling mad again
with a grin half devilish,
and I am an astronaut scamming gems…
scamming gems…
scamming gems…
scamming gems…
scamming gems…
and I am all for naught again,
scrambling fanatic wind-brush spats
on sun deft mountains scam…
mountains scam…
mountains scam…
mountains scam…
mountains scam…
gentle rock formation gleaming gems,
and I am aches and knots
wincing in the light and glow shuns scams.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 368
Broken Echoes
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