29 May 2008

MT

bee: i felt very weird when i woke up

fly: this morning?

bee: when i said i 'woke up' i meant not waking up from sleep

fly: sometime last year that must be

bee: when there were gentle evening showers, when the breeze was damp

fly: when the clouds read "it's never too late to live"

bee: when the rain droplets sang "it's never too early to die"

fly: then stopped the rain

bee: a nice thing to feel weird about, isn't it

fly: a nicey weirdly thing to feel weird about

bee: glaminious, frantasticious, in all deafiniteness!

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