A personal view of Crapford
By Autotomy
here it comes night on the sun the air sees so much beauty in the dirt and the town is miles underground the folk live peaceful in the dark who needs life when they can have frosted flakes too bad the rat drank the milk now there gonna be like tundra when you fall off the dock into the desert remember to wave to the pine trees they have feeling too you know monters cry in sunlight and spit out watermelon not the seeds what other way is there silly cut down the family tree cause its rotten hang out in sewers cause its better than the library without even blinking the toeless sock danced another jig llamas drove from hell to see that goat punished the revolution ended as soon as it began miles undrground night on the sun here it comes Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 12:34 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"here it comes..."