I Think, I Thought, I Thunk

May 16, 2012
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Whoa to thee who has no lungs, no words to speak on fluid tongue- For hearts must sing of battles won or death of love will surely come.

Something, something- words of nothing

Monuments of models strutting.
Hard at work the kids are cutting
love, like pie, it's edge is crusting.

Moving on you life amiss
No one cares unless you've made the list.
Life is changing- the Earth's plates shift.
Unto death love plants it's kiss.

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