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Bumbling
Contributed by
Nik_Howl
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Wednesday, 11th May 2005 @ 08:28:10 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Concerning my sister
I often wonder what my father is thinking.
Oh, to be a fly on his cerebrum.
Reflections of my spinney hands
tumbling together, tasting his gray matter.
Going back for sticky seconds
as my mirror-ball eyes merrily spin on.
Id flutter with glee
when I find it just as I imagined.
An idealistic hamster, with Jules Verns eyes
who, instead of a wheel, peddles
with stumpy legged efficiency,
an old fashioned high-wheel bicycle.
New-fangled, hed say
steering without a road
beyond his jaunty leather cap
and prescription goggles;
with the playful ruffle of a fluttering scarf
tickling his ears.
Hed flick his nimble rodent fingers
against his trusty bell,
warning all pedestrians
alongside his stationary, wild ride
to hop aboard
for some proper fun.
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Nik_Howl
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2005-05-11 08:28:10]
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Re: Bumbling
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by jyssvw22 on
Wednesday, 11th May 2005 @ 10:43:14 PM AEST
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| wow- i read this and had to comment, i like your style...i dont know what you are syaing..but i love the write |
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