Saturday, 22 December 2012

Word Eaters

Be kind with words, mildly eat
Not with oil of the furnace's fury
For then, the tongue shall burn sore
Neither from cold's slumber, dab
It's sludge would give you away
But in thought and gentle caress
Eat them, well cooked

2 comments:

  1. I think you have got your blog an ardent follower! May your ink never burn out brother.

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  2. I Love this kenneth. Way to go!!

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