If Greasy ever comes back...
How sweet they are
Those opulent moons of Saturn
Spinning, ever spinning
Without so much as a whisper
Turning, twisting, winding, revolving...
Oh no, I lost my Thesaurus.
-kaarbo
Back in the day we learned the finer artistic points of poetry from the infamous "Grebo Annod" in high school. This is the twisted result of that torturous endeavor. Disclaimer: I assume no responsibility for any perceived lack of taste, electronic malfunction, or flying monkeys you may experience as a result of viewing this blog. Enjoy.
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