i want to name the flowers and the sun
those are the tasks i am best suited for
this realm comes under both the harp and gun
it does not matter who has lost or won
we do our jobs and then we do some more
i want to name the flowers and the sun
the sudden stroke will kill or it will stun
there is no pause at any open door
this realm comes under both the harp and gun
you have not thought that what we did was fun
yet nothing here was what you would abhor
i want to name the flowers and the sun
there is not one thing that you have let run
of all the matters that we knew before
this realm comes under both the harp and gun
that was the certainty now we are done
a moment while we add the final score
i want to name the flowers and the sun
this realm comes under both the harp and gun
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
24 April 2008
no more a garden
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