Poesy Burst
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Stink
Be a stink among the roses,
stay at the door until it closes.
Part the water like good old Moses,
cover your ground like watering hoses.
Wait until everything clearly discloses,
don't snobs stick up their noses.
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