"arefor" poems
Crisp!She yelled into the rolling midnight thunder(the time in which thunder rolls best).For white linenand cotton shenanigans arefor novices, beware!Let the grey toothounded be confounded! For we, we are,we are the feelings the night air whispers.Why, we can only continue to existif we follow the white rabbit.To Alice's Wonderland we go.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 6:24 PM UTC