The Earth Can Breed
One after another-
I fail to fast an egg for another-
one after another...
I ready reasons-
corroding all of the studded,
I claim to be beamed-
compounding my bummers,
shouting to withstand,
or reprimand my shudder,
ending in the rudder,
rotating a lover,
loading of the stowaways hover.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2015
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