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Timothy Brown Dec 2012
Underneath the head of his mother;
inside the pouch she uses as a cover.
Lives a boy whose  older brother is a tiger.

As they hop through the forest
the thump of their landing is the chorus.
There is no greater freedom than lack of a diaper.

There are many lessons to learn
in mother's worries and scorn.
Only of dreams can he be the provider.
© December 7th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
I am lacking
a sufficient amount of peanut packing.
Lighting struck beach
shatters underneath
the footsteps of my thoughts.
Roo will have to wait
until tomorrow's date.
I apologize
to myself
for being distracted.
This series of thoughts
has become protracted
I am losing my point.
Owl will be redone
and this spool will be respun
The heart of what is meant
by my words will circumvent
my lack of inspiration.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock
© December 6th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
Give
life and love.
Give
the labor of.
Give
food and home.
Give
day and gloam.
Give
patience in spill.
Give
wounds with squill.
Give
knowledge is known
Give
until they've grown
Kanga, criticism without encouragement will beget fear of experience.
© December 5th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
If i cnoke I do not need him
to not this not,
however
siks peices are not enof
for a huffaluff
Which is the achoo.
gesuhtite
But if i ring
I may distrb a drem
And I wood not like to b
risn from a slumbr
if I waz in a fantasty.
tink...tink"
*HONEY
qite the conumdrum
© December 4th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
Superiority
is a complex complex.
When one objects objects
their mind tends to mind.
Tales become tails.
The water in one's  pail pales
in comparison to the sea, you see.
But please  do not shed a tear as I tear
into one's psyche.
I am merely expressing a minute point of view in a minute.
Conversing a conversing idea
with the mighty.
I know this may be difficult for one to comprehend,
But nobody likes a donkey,
donkey.
Now it makes more sense.
© December 3rd, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
Lets take time to think
and drink.
Take a break
from the proverbial rake.
Enjoy the seeds
grown into trees.
For the sweetness of the fruit
stems from the root.
Pausing from 100 acre woods for research.
© December 2nd, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
Think
Pink
Pig
let
regret
go
though
courage
costs
dear
fear
flares
within
begin
by
rely
up­on
friends.
© December 1st, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
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