Drivel snip, drivel snip,
snap there goes the precious quip,
the keystrokes much too quick,
it rolls of the tongue and lips,
but to the mind nothing clicks,
not to see another day,
fleeting poem goes away,
your brain-licking yields no joy,
once again, time to deploy.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
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