Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking
Drowns on dry land
Thinks an island
is a mountain
thinks a fountain
is a puff of air
So sleek, so fair!
What a joy to meet:
We only wish
to catch a fish
so juicy sweet!
I believe that sums it up. :)
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Posted by Libby
on 2004-12-30 06:50:03 |