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With the cloudy sky reflecting in the drops of dew we made love in the grass, the passionate entanglement left green in our crevasses, and yellow flowers braided themselves fragilely into our hair what an uncomfortable experience! Oh, but, one Ill never forget- you, always so clean, now covered in green, and me laughing away, red red roses stuck between my teeth as we tumble down that hill, and into the neighbor's yard. Its full of bicycles, new and red, shiny and broken, small and old and he says he doesn't mind if we take one for a ride, as long as we fix our clothes and get out of his yard- Take a shower, he said, you look like you could blend in with the trees and the buttercups- and don't come back until you do! Get rid of that green, and that yellow, and the red red red stuck in your teeth, you wouldn't want the any of the real flowers biting your toes, impostors aren't welcome in a field of daffodils, you ought to know- So, we took our bikes, rode to the river, and we jumped- SPLASH! The colorful droplets fled downstream, and joined the trout- weren't the fishermen surprised when they pulled in a blue fish, green fish, and yellow and red!
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Jan 5, 2010
Jan 5, 2010 at 1:23 PM UTC
Love in the grass
With the cloudy sky reflecting in the drops of dew we made love in the grass, the passionate entanglement left green in our crevasses, and yellow flowers braided themselves fragilely into our hair what an uncomfortable experience! Oh, but, one Ill never forget- you, always so clean, now covered in green, and me laughing away, red red roses stuck between my teeth as we tumble down that hill, and into the neighbor's yard. Its full of bicycles, new and red, shiny and broken, small and old and he says he doesn't mind if we take one for a ride, as long as we fix our clothes and get out of his yard- Take a shower, he said, you look like you could blend in with the trees and the buttercups- and don't come back until you do! Get rid of that green, and that yellow, and the red red red stuck in your teeth, you wouldn't want the any of the real flowers biting your toes, impostors aren't welcome in a field of daffodils, you ought to know- So, we took our bikes, rode to the river, and we jumped- SPLASH! The colorful droplets fled downstream, and joined the trout- weren't the fishermen surprised when they pulled in a blue fish, green fish, and yellow and red!
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Jan 5, 2010
Jan 5, 2010 at 1:23 PM UTC
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