the rabbit,
see it play tennis,
with the monkey,
eating its orange,
a tower grows from the ground,
it curls in the sky,
with spoons sprouting from the sides,
light bulbs rain from the green clouds,
and are caught by frying pillows,
the rabbit...
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Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 1 - A Fistful of Dust
PoetryThe earliest part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 12-16. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.
