Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Draws of 92, 93, 94

92.
It is so nice to wake up
In the morning and fart
Without having some one
Who doesn't like the sound

93.
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

94.
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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