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Calenders, Painters and the Boy who imagined Everything (Free verse) by avery

Mellow, shallow, dew drops yellow, reaching, catching, raindrops spashing. azure crystals; dangling from the leaves, the afterweather; cool wind forms a breeze. golden rays doth reign, not a grey patch to be seen. the sky forms a blue band, mimosa seedlings float gently, spreading across the land. auburn maple leaves rustle under scampering feet, smokey white squirrels burying acron seeds. blue birds migrate, away from the soon-to-be snow cape. fiery fireplaces burn with a warm lush. grey soot from the chimney; trails the clear, winter mornings. the vast whiteness; silently awaits

ALChemy 4-Dec-05/6:37 AM
I once was, sort of. Whenever I fell in the campfire I didn't burn very well. Probably 'cause I was usually covered with my spilt bear/vomit/piss soaked clothes.




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