to the stones,
i poured their water ration,
but they seemed to,
be imitating ducks
and off their backs,
it rolled.
i spoke loudly,
to the clouds,
that hovered,
overhead
but they just scowled
and turned their
faces to the sun.
so, my next endevour,
is to re-arrange,
the sand dunes.
i think, that will be fun.
so set off i must,
with my bucket
and *****
for it will
only ever get
finished,
once i
have begun.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
to the stones,
i poured their water ration,
but they seemed to,
be imitating ducks
and off their backs,
it rolled.
i spoke loudly,
to the clouds,
that hovered,
overhead
but they just scowled
and turned their
faces to the sun.
so, my next endevour,
is to re-arrange,
the sand dunes.
i think, that will be fun.
so set off i must,
with my bucket
and *****
for it will
only ever get
finished,
once i
have begun.
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