Twelve handlebars and six left feet
Plow their way through arrogant Spring
Catching mouthfuls of melodies that swim the air
Stuffing twenty-two pockets with laughter
Spitting seeds of care
From cherry-stained lips
Into the gulfs of ever afters
Slinking their legs and elbows through rafters
To spy on the honesty present in dreams
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 10:09 PM UTC
Twelve handlebars and six left feet
Plow their way through arrogant Spring
Catching mouthfuls of melodies that swim the air
Stuffing twenty-two pockets with laughter
Spitting seeds of care
From cherry-stained lips
Into the gulfs of ever afters
Slinking their legs and elbows through rafters
To spy on the honesty present in dreams
Day 2
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