Just words. Haven't written anything of use the last month or two, felt good to at least create _something_.


Beloved rabbit

Keep your voice down, my dear;
The walls here are so thin,
Riddled with hidden ears
And the sound is just too much.

Would you lend me your umbrella?
Blood is dripping from my ceiling.
Safe has left the building,
And the red is just too much.

Fools are pulling words out of hats,
The wild madness of it all
Too tantalizing to ignore.
And the dance is just too much.



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Written on 2007-02-11 at 14:07

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Rob Graber
Macabre and whimsical--a fun read!
2007-02-11


kath
loved it ......
and you write with a superb flow .... in rhytm and the words sends pictures through my mind ....nice !!!!!!!!!
2007-02-11