Foothills of the Headlands

"Where are we?
I don't know, looks like the foothills.
The foothills of what?
The foothills of the head lands."
                                         The Beatles Movie The Yellow submarine


So many feet has covered this small hill,
but the young heads keep making;
playing till age is death.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Chu Avatar
August 12, 2009 at 9:56 PM
I had to grin during my read. Nice wordplay, Jessica. "Playing till age is death." If you overwork the foothills, they could be dead on their feet by the end of day--that's isn't even one year's age.
Knox Avatar
August 12, 2009 at 5:18 PM
reading books is fun , i used to love comic books when i was younger, i still love a certain cartoon though lol , what action were you thinking about ??
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