They,
like the cheeks of a mouse,
run in the forest.
Cold,
whispering in the soft moon,
secrets like backgammon.
Bold,
leaf bud, pebbles and nature
create new musical oxygen.
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@ 2008-02-20 – 12:08:22
They,
like the cheeks of a mouse,
run in the forest.
Cold,
whispering in the soft moon,
secrets like backgammon.
Bold,
leaf bud, pebbles and nature
create new musical oxygen.
You're good.
*bows solemnly*
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That reminds me, must buy washing powder.