Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Gibbers

The nose can run and the feet can smell
There can be frogs inside a drinking well
The sky can be red and blood can be blue
You could be me and I could be you

Roses can be black and hair can be red
There can be monsters under your bed
A dusty road and pebbles in your food
A polite person suddenly gets rude

Humans in the jungle, and animals in the city
A toothless, wrinkled woman looks so pretty
Nothing I say makes any sense
Anybody out there for a quick dance?
Posted by Dewdrop :: 11:36 AM :: 12 Scribbles!

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