Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Draws of 92, 93, 94

It is so nice to wake up
In the morning and fart
Without having some one
Who doesn't like the sound

I went up and up in the stream
And down and down in myself
I realized the difference between
You and the others is just a name

The man is lonely here
Under neat of a tree
Which its shadow
Flows up to infinity
Shall I drink more wine tonight?

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