Good morning sir.
As said every sunrise.
Such thoughts, such pleasures.
Where corners of my mouth,
curl ever slightly
to grins of my heart.
Switch on my lamp;
as my seat finds my desk.
And pour colors of mind
onto empty spaces,
empty of words.
Tis you that revived it.
Tis you that I smile to.
Comfortable pillows
of feathery bliss.
Good night and sweet dreams.
Oh and one thing more;
TAG! YOU'RE IT!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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