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And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be ---good.
To make it break
ReplyDeleteit's gonna take
a metal ball
hung from a crane
good thing we don't have one of those :)
ReplyDeleteon the other hand, you gotta crane to pick the broken ruins up again?
ReplyDeleteI keep reading this one.
ReplyDeleteits got me pondering...
Love this!!
ReplyDeletea little cinquain, heavily influenced by They Might Be Giants.
ReplyDeleteI do love something condensed, reduced down to the bones.
ReplyDeletewicked good ;)
ReplyDeleteaw. you are wicked nice. nicey nice, in fact.
ReplyDeletecdg? a soup analogy?
This one seems tongue in cheek to me. Well done!
ReplyDeletefunny,
ReplyDeleteyou brave man...have fun!
A+
This made me smile. Kudos.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting.. I enjoyed reading it...
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/01/whispers-emptiness-and-soul.html
laser beam. exactly
ReplyDeletedirect and to the point, right? heh.
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