Cricket to cricket
Mouth to mouth
A horse in the garden
A hole in the mouse
A moon crash landing on the roof of this house
Glasses to ashes
Dust enough
An army of lions
Couldn't figure this out
A print too dark
A matchbook on fire
An imp in the corner
With a spoon and a lighter
A line in the middle
A sheep in the hay
A boy with a fish
Thinks of something to say
A band in a march
A bulb with a glow
A group of people
With somewhere to go
A square and a circle
A line and a string
A mass of a miracle
Begins suddenly to sing
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
Cricket to cricket
Mouth to mouth
A horse in the garden
A hole in the mouse
A moon crash landing on the roof of this house
Glasses to ashes
Dust enough
An army of lions
Couldn't figure this out
A print too dark
A matchbook on fire
An imp in the corner
With a spoon and a lighter
A line in the middle
A sheep in the hay
A boy with a fish
Thinks of something to say
A band in a march
A bulb with a glow
A group of people
With somewhere to go
A square and a circle
A line and a string
A mass of a miracle
Begins suddenly to sing
Humanity is the poetry of Science
