Fransisco the White Gypsy Janitior
Through monster blood
he drags his mop
a ticking clock
he can not stop
They are tiny
And unseen
He cleans the world
Of far between
A greased up bot
to rid this plane
of broken toys
On a rainbow train
From up above
He sees them fall
he loves one bot
Above them all
He saw her drop
And bled her dry
so he wouldnt have
To hear her cry
With his broom
he swept her clean
And lost his heart
In the far between
It is done. Spelling issues..
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2012
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