Little Blue SphereA Poem by Patrick McCombs
the feeling of dread was creeping
we were only sleeping here on the soft green grass god i hope it will pass and man were singing that same old song and i hope that we can get some people to sing along and that we don't get caught up in the form that we differ from the norm i'm spurting out whatever comes out to mind and your responding in kind that insane babble that make up our conversations it has no reservations it makes my day in more ways then i can ever say a break from normality a rapid change in my mentality might as well enjoy it here as were spinning on a little blue sphere © 2013 Patrick McCombs |
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Added on June 6, 2013 Last Updated on June 6, 2013 Author
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