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Author: IHJ
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/General - Reviews: 39 - Published: 10-21-03 - Updated: 10-21-03 - id:1428350

B….

Impossible, the curves

Be content with

Two mountains and land

On its side

                                I….

                                A simpler task

                                That requires

                                Two roads parallel,

                                And one bridge between

                                                                C….

                                                                I hate winding roads.

                                                                Let’s risk life.

                                                                A sharp corner

                                                                Between the two.

                                                                                                H….

                                                                                                Another pair of roads

                                                                                                Longer yet

                                                                                                And a fatter bridge

                                                                                                Heavy with traffic.

BICH.

What?

You pride your

Spelling skills

And yet your

First assignment

Of body sketching

Finds you

Floundering.

                                              T….

                                              Angular umbrella

                                               Protects the bridge

                                              And risqué corner

                                              From wear and tear

BITCH

Yes.

Pray my sketches

Won’t be covered.

Time will find others

Clamoring to be artist of

The Eternal red slashes.

Lo,

I beseech of nature

Let them live forever.



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