Alice the Good PennyA Poem by Periacthey lined themselves along sober gazes three smiles set yet none as moving as the lastest angel aged and soon the caring of wisdom engaged she goes chasing rabbits she goes chasing rabbits it spells honor with a twist of lemon on the seeds of some sober truth collide these last words with envy now he says he is a stubborn mess intelligent..lean...clean kept the cloak white each proceeded on impressing another where did you go? you lead me on i swear © 2008 Periac |
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