{d*mn that South Park, makes it hard to concentrate LOL}
Cyclone
Twisting freely amongst my mind
torn and tattered undefined
Twirling, whirling all around
whipping debris while touching down
Heat flashes blinding all those near
forced to rot within my fears
No escaping, pure surrender
live in me, my mind forever
Jaws drop low, saliva flows
stare in amazement, creeping woes
The door’s now open “PeOpLe FlEe!”
But, non of you now, want to leave
So pull up a seat, kick back, relax
take it all in, enjoy the facts
Imagination, mine to share
My lowly cyclone, if you dare...
2007-10-22
14:38:42
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