Mushroom SoupA Poem by Middling
Two hands, one arm
Together we work In the dark among the sands. Wheeling around Hoping to find Something profound Among the ropes of time. Climbing, climbing Nothing ever rhyming The cling cling Of the rhythm stick. © 2010 MiddlingReviews
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Added on August 16, 2010Last Updated on August 16, 2010 |