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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A cat sniffs the crooked brown dough of the sullen moon; The tempting smell of warm bread seems held by a glass sky Old age, carefully steps on the glass, always ready to cry Like they`d learn again to walk,holding an invisible balloon. With glassy eyes looking at the strange baked moon, The large dynasty of the unemployed and ex-miners, Ecologists and readers of Bible, embarrassed beginners Cannot "hear at a little distance", in the brown afternoon; But a short-sighted misanthropist, observed while acting As a conductor of the strike`s syncopation turned in syncope: “Even the doctor with infinite awkwardness used his stethoscope; I think, -because, no one can communicate only through feelings” The brown cat in the street, shining eyes round about; All cars seem gathered in the same frozen town; The only birch tree from the hill was cut down; Mourning neighbors live in their permanent doubt To protest against solitude, and so many noisy cars; And obviously, too many accidents in the town; “Wait on the zebra…Don`t cross Mr. Brown!” Lonely crowds, picture of still life with cellulars… Seasons buried the face in tired brown fountains, Long dirty brown drifts of snow and brown sensations Step with ugly brown clay, and let traces for generations, Because, cyanide used to pull gold from Red Mountains; Everybody is in such a brown hurry towards nowhere. Halt!Mr. Brown looks for his cat; the firemen help him to sit. The cat climbed the moon, ready in a hurry to taste it; Winter and cat stay with claws out;silence and the brown vault.
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