Wednesday, June 26, 2019

poem of the day June 26


Pins and needles
stand as sharp fences
Like pointed teams full of tingling sensations 
These skeleton keys are needed to open frozen locks
The generation clock blooms every minute
inside of pumpkins driven by long coachmen  
In open cars they travel far away toward medieval moats
Remember to pick your numbers very well
Remember your dress rehearsal becomes the tide
in which we live our daily lives

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