She was doing Yoga.

She was doing Yoga.

A Poem by Greg
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Some non-sense.

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I was in a toga,
she was doing yoga:
I don't know her.
Handed me the sushi,
instantly I grew a beard;
It was bushy.

Her eyes mad a sound like 
lightning,
which startled a sardine.
The sky was aquamarine.

© 2015 Greg


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-- haha... reminds me of "lucy in the sky with diamonds"... :p

Posted 9 Years Ago



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