Wednesday, 15 February 2012

The Upside down Say

I have got a thought
but words not sought
My mind messed up
The pen geared up

Eyes closed tears tears
Crazy setting and reflection cheers

I know nothing shouts everything
You do the walking tells something
Rest is near
Oh! loony dear

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