Monday, September 6, 2010


Come follow me down
Past the sad dishonest world
Where the poor souls dwell
Drowsily in the dreamscape
Lazily, the bleak sunlight
Breaks through a dark distorted cloud
Come follow me down to another land
Joyous unlike the last
With lilies covering every fallow field
And the dandelion sun pressing against
A blue and milky sky
And fall, to the perfect spot
Underneath a lollygagging tree

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