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From the Top of My Heated Head

I thank you all for allowing me An astutely marvelous opportunity To spark synopses atriums And bounce ideas from craniums That is the mattress under lights Where rocket ships prepare for flight They launch for space in peaceful moods And head for bulbs of orbing moons Like moths that orbit thought balloons

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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