And Then:
poetry is deoderant
01-28-03 - 10:55 am

john lennon said

I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade,

He'd let us in, know where we've been, in his octopus's garden in the shade.

I'd ask my friends to come and see an octopus's garden with me.

I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade.

We would be warm below the storm in our little hide-a-way beneath the waves.

Resting our head on the sea bed in an octopus's garden near a cave.

We would sing and dance around because we know we can't be found.

I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade.

We would shout amd swim about the coral that lies beneath the waves.

Oh what fun and joy for every girl and boy knowing they're happy and they're safe.

We would be so happy, you and me, no-one there to tell us what to do,

I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden with you

kyle said

broken green glass like faded fake grass lays broken to bits on true lovers lips as they throw up their heart after being broken in parts by those who dont know and those who wont go to the box filled with nothing to see except her smile and me. frog leaps and frog bounds make noises that can pound your cake to the brink of being baked into a crescent type treat fit for a salamander to eat in such a way as youre inner type outside makes you wonder whats inside of the fly flapping over the sky to the big bowl of grapes you left simmering on the eye of a small black oven for the baker to bake dozens of the same little treats, that only salamanders eat. hooch.
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