this one's unfinished
Title: PURPLISH COW
In my bed,
Down I lay,
Thinking a poem,
To write, to say.
I open the window,
fresh breezes blow in.
I sit, I think,
I scratch my chin.
I can't write a poem,
at least, not now.
For outside, I see,
A purplish cow.
Sit up. Jump up.
Look up to the sky!
The purplish cow
went floating on by!
His huge white wings,
pumping the air,
Giving the town
An awful scare.
2006-07-10
15:28:51
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Inimitable_Elucidator
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