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Gable and Vivien in Stayed With The Heat
The trees grows tomorrows leaves
it's yesterday and Spring was here
it waited for the Summers Eve
and Autumn's spread of gourd ease
and winter's rest on Christmas gifts
a world of wander opens the gate
and behold their living past are
now at last alive again into your
loving open arms and you are
mindless to stench of their
scent turned to zombies
and start eating your flesh.
Well, that's a new version
of your dear precious Terra
or is it Terror, well it's my turn
Frankly I don't give a dang!
Wooo--tossed your cookies have you!
Copyright ©
Hilo Poet
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