Telissa and the whole sales team got fired
Ahoy! minute six-leggèd friend,
Who on tiny gossamer wings doth fly,
Backdropped against his firmament,
My stature must seem infinitely high,
What cruel hand delivers fate!
The coiled periodical doth fall,
And thy truncated life is remembered here,
As a tiny stain upon my wall.
-BMW 7/1/05
3 Comments:
Did I tell you my whole bug and God theory?
instead of "rolled up paper"
i wouldve said something like...
"coiled periodical"
or something a little more ambiguous...
...thesaurical....
Point well taken, Kento. I like your suggestion so I'll use it. It's not copyrighted, is it?
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