Saturday, March 10, 2012

Inspiration

The rampant flow of rushing waters
They drip and splatter in drowning splendor
The gold at far of the limitless rainbow
How you've surpassed the suppressing barrier

The block,
The clock,
Oh watch-- it's gone
Where do the sparks, all come from?

Now thank the cousin of the cupid
For thou has't been shot, lest I rot
Thanked the cousin of the cupid
For Inspiration has rescued thy hapless stupid

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