Thursday, August 30, 2012

With Insights Aforethought

I'm the boat in the bay,
stood out, you feel
that this suits your day,
We sail without a wheel.
I'm the tomatoes at Greenwood-wise,
I'm round and shy,
You think you see paradise,
Your love makes me cry.
We, the spades, smiles, intake
fruits behind pecan Groove,
Near Indian ocean, we make
intimate move.