a reason to rhyme about revelations in real-time
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Flying Trapeze OR Iambic Pentameter
I like the way you swing
It makes me sweat
I’m cold and hot and I
Can’t breathe alright
The rope it breaks you fall
Into the net
You crash and break your head
I lose my sight
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