Sunday, June 27, 2010

Recondition

You can hear the great behemoth’s labored breathing to the east
and it shouldn’t be that long before we overhaul the beast
to stop it’s oily breath from clogging up the sooty skies
along with that vociferous breed that poisons as it flies.

3 comments:

Madison said...

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Afternoon Tea
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rch said...

Hi Madison, I will definitely be adding you in my links list, thanks a lot!

Dimps said...

Hello Bob :)

U know I love these 4-liners!
They are so catchy... and you have a great talent to wrap the subject in these fantastic 4-lines...
You are the best :)
And until I leave comments on your blog, I feel sm task is left incomplete :)

Take care bud!
Regards,
Dimps