Monday, January 19, 2009
The birth of storm
"How do you make god laugh?"
asked the fresh bloom of spring
mumbling from the aspirin he chews on continuously
"make plans, he thinks its funnest when ever thing is beautiful
and he can change just one small thing to him, and see your disaster"
"Well, then that is why winter must exist." said the bloom now in a raging summer heat
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