In my spoon I saw a reflection of the moon.
Recite the strange light from last night.
One afternoon in the summer month of June.
I saw a balloon with a candle,
in a bag tied to the handle.
A glowing object in the night sky.
Ascending really high.
The sun shirvels prunes.
Dogfood is eatten by squirrels & racoons.
A bright sunset of purple & maroon.
From the radio a peaceful tune.
Get out of the bath tub.
Yoshi is behind the neighbor's shrub.
Underneath the mistletoe.
He put his arm around my waist & hips.
I woke up & dreamed he kissed my lips.
Sinister thoughts no one fought.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
In my spoon I saw a reflection of the moon.
Recite the strange light from last night.
One afternoon in the summer month of June.
I saw a balloon with a candle,
in a bag tied to the handle.
A glowing object in the night sky.
Ascending really high.
The sun shirvels prunes.
Dogfood is eatten by squirrels & racoons.
A bright sunset of purple & maroon.
From the radio a peaceful tune.
Get out of the bath tub.
Yoshi is behind the neighbor's shrub.
Underneath the mistletoe.
He put his arm around my waist & hips.
I woke up & dreamed he kissed my lips.
Sinister thoughts no one fought.
Author Notes:
About random images some real & some fantansized.
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