Thursday, April 10, 2008

Weekly Sonnet 49

I don’t believe you. Continue.

Sam Seder says, “This is a great day, folks!”
Hearts are near, but your lips are far away.
O, doors of breadth, seal with a righteous kiss!
We are the lanterns, and you were the light.

Red swirls on a flaming pole yield a plight;
Actions domestic, who are we to say?
Neatly beat my meringue away from yolks.
Don’t want to work in a building downtown.
Ipril day passes by to nary stop.

Flames always slash until in bile we drown.
And do your homework. Hand me. [cherry pop!]
I love country music, I’m selfish. Bliss!
These are the days that never rain, they pour.
Hillary is a total fucking whore.

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