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Mine is barbed with honey covered tips imploring bees to visit frequently A laugh you can see Made completely of cotton candy Eyes that shine green in the morning like the meeting place for social frogs on a moss covered pond It is tall, taller than most handsome, but not dark no, it is full of light bursting into comets burning off to uncharted planets It dances in the rain out of spite not for the rain, but for haters of rain The Universe signs rain checks over to it in cash It wears moxie on its sleeve needing no reprieve from anything              Standing naked at the North Pole begging for more snow and when it sleeps                          it dreams in black and white so it smiles bigger when it wakes up There are no obstacles   just road construction with one lane open   and it speeds in that lane   It doesn't measure in inches or feet   it measures in happiness   always picking sweet over un-sweet   when drinking tea   It is a wonder   it chooses to live inside me with everything human hanging from me like a windless kite but man, when it takes the wheel there's no describing the energy I feel It's a diving catch in the big game “crazy” I'm a paper airplane with an engine that never wants to land
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 4:45 PM UTC
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Mine is barbed with honey covered tips imploring bees to visit frequently A laugh you can see Made completely of cotton candy Eyes that shine green in the morning like the meeting place for social frogs on a moss covered pond It is tall, taller than most handsome, but not dark no, it is full of light bursting into comets burning off to uncharted planets It dances in the rain out of spite not for the rain, but for haters of rain The Universe signs rain checks over to it in cash It wears moxie on its sleeve needing no reprieve from anything              Standing naked at the North Pole begging for more snow and when it sleeps                          it dreams in black and white so it smiles bigger when it wakes up There are no obstacles   just road construction with one lane open   and it speeds in that lane   It doesn't measure in inches or feet   it measures in happiness   always picking sweet over un-sweet   when drinking tea   It is a wonder   it chooses to live inside me with everything human hanging from me like a windless kite but man, when it takes the wheel there's no describing the energy I feel It's a diving catch in the big game “crazy” I'm a paper airplane with an engine that never wants to land
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 4:45 PM UTC
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