Since the Sun has finally come to California I decided to write this little poem about spring.
Hedgehogs burrow out to take a breath And Trees awaken with leaves and squirrels Spring is a time where life comes out of death And color unfolds and tumbles and swirls
Spring is a time of beautiful flowers Where we get so much sun it almost hurts Where we dump out everything that has turned sour And where all the girls wear miniskirts
I swear I wrote it completely on the spot, too. I can't write poems well, but I can write them fast.
This post has been edited by DoomedOne: Apr 24 2006, 01:42 AM
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A man once asked the Buddha, "How does one escape the heat of the summer sun?"
And the Buddha replied, "Why not try crawling into the blazing furnace?"
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