Six Gallons and i'm still Thirsty.
By FaeSinner
Imagination caught In reflection's insight This game plays cyclic Spining raw against nerves Already tampered with Short this shot of electricity A burst to clarify This maddening moment Shakes it's head in wounded surprise As out rolls the marching band Tossing lunch rolls and suger cubes The game must go on Teeth cleanched and hands tiptoing Dragon snoozing it's hundred year old habit Daisies dancing And children rejoicing As the summer kingdom Reveals it's self Back home everyone sings Of hope and yesterdays breakfast One can only hope Some one sticks a spoke So we can all go homehehe.... Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 10:22 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Imagination caught ..."