im obsessed with trees i think...

acorn crossing camp.

November mornings before the fog disappears.

top of the mountain view.

crisp air for any man.

when the music never ends.

when the music just takes over your body
when you feel the notes come out your finger tips.
you can taste the drum beat.
you dance with the sax and get chills.
this is real life for me.
is it for you?

poem.
pretty girls with round curls.
pretty girls with no heads.
pretty girls with brown eyes.

twenty seven shaped ear.

27 cents to ride the train

pack a bag and stay.

New York screams past midnight

Alaska sleeps till March.

Brown leather boots follow closely

becoming dizzy the world is spinning

cinnamon whiskey for you my dear

breakfast is such a nice time of year

don't fear for the next day

as today just started.

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short tail.
short hair.
short you.

creepy girl

her black eyes sure glow.
the thrill of her makes my heart beat square.
mermaid hair and angel lips.