onomatopoeia
With the clock ticking
wine will be me and the years
With plop plop of the daily rain
as the day I see costume changes become
Play night, moon Crescent
full, and waning
new day Sweet dreams
truck
The moo moo cow that are not
's silence
Dense fog, orange, dark
And that cold you set the bone
And then there is no time
Then
Colorín yellowish orange bunting Bunting
full, red bunting
These verses are gone. 12/05/2010
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