Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Morning Station

Few hoboes
In clumsy voice
Honestly
messy
it somehow a gossiping
today rainbow I did not saw
next to the sky
Ass-black up side
Down
Pickle without taste
No way
Few single boy
Playing the round game
They know the “LOPAZE”
In a frame
Conversation had half type
There had no pink
Just patchy sound
Way out
Along with light
Under a station
Shade.

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