Tuesday, June 22, 2004

You try your best. But sometimes you just get something like this:

Frank from Gloucester

Your tool is yourself to
write with your eyes
tabulate with your toes
This clock means to impress

But do we even move?
Have we chiseled the most
drama from morning?
A rhyme. A rhyme like

Peter calls to Mary, Mary
calls the ball. Peter gave
the ball to Frank, now Frank
is ten-foot tall.

I've listened to your
double-wide words on
AM in the pm. Suppose
we meet for a drink at

your place, and afternoon
pulls your tale?

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