The sky is blue,
way above our heads.
Then it is black,
as we go to bed.
It is a foggy haze
early in the morning,
as i cook my eggs.
Then i go and do my thing,
then i get up start to blaze.
As i look up at the sky,
just to see that it is far away.
Poetry
Wednesday, November 29, 2006, 01:56 PM
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The sky is blue, way above our heads. Then it is black, as we go to bed. It is a foggy haze early in the morning, as i cook my eggs. Then i go and do my thing, then i get up start to blaze. As i look up at the sky, just to see that it is far away. Tags:
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