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A Wild Imagination Run Rampant on an Idle Tuesday
This poem was featured in Open Mic night at the First Annual Stories.com Convention red, yellow, black and blue spots and stripes all over you butterflies as far as I can see and umbrellas hanging from a tree I am thinking about a song, but all the words come out all wrong but I think I'll sing it all day long you might say I've had much to drink what it is is that you have no time to just think
© Copyright 2002 Mark C Bradley (UN: auric at Writing.Com).
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