Love, (Tomatoes)

April 21, 2010
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Love, (Tomatoes)

The seal wrote a letter with dried tomatoes,
Then used
To close it.

He wrote with such conviction,
And as he speaks with perfect diction,
I hate him.

His slippery nose,
Honking laugh,
And eager need,
To show off.

He follows me to the iceberg,
To make sure it doesn’t
Float away
While I dream.
I hate him.

His awkward fins,
Lopsided smile,
And eager need,
To impress me.
Maybe the seal isn’t too bad…

I do, like tomatoes, that is.

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tinkerbubbles said...
Jun. 2, 2010 at 8:07 pm

interesting:) i like. it takes a second to interpret, but i like. 

u should really read/comment my work. i'd enjoy that.:P

don't stop! this is good stuff!

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