Another poem that is all true
images of white horses
*
after cutting the green and long grasses
we like to call a lawn
and returning into my house of gloom
i hear what was the sound of houses hooves
*
jumping up and look out the window of my room
what did i see but two white horses
pulling a white hurst a lady and man in black top hats
then a stream of long black cars
*
when i did start thinking what a strange day
another sound did come my way
it was a low and distent humming
and then at my window a cloud of bees
*
someone said he that knows really knows
but really knows nothing at all
i really must get out more
if only to see the world go bye
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
Another poem that is all true
images of white horses
*
after cutting the green and long grasses
we like to call a lawn
and returning into my house of gloom
i hear what was the sound of houses hooves
*
jumping up and look out the window of my room
what did i see but two white horses
pulling a white hurst a lady and man in black top hats
then a stream of long black cars
*
when i did start thinking what a strange day
another sound did come my way
it was a low and distent humming
and then at my window a cloud of bees
*
someone said he that knows really knows
but really knows nothing at all
i really must get out more
if only to see the world go bye
This is on this day 12th of july all true!
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