You think you’re pate
But you’re just chop-ped liver
Not admirable
The sun shines, we are
Flooded with light. Warm fingers
Dance across my face.
Fruit Flies Like a Banana (apologizes to G. Marx) – just an homage to words
You think you’re pate
But you’re just chop-ped liver
Not admirable
The sun shines, we are
Flooded with light. Warm fingers
Dance across my face.
Time Flies Like an Arrow 