Monday, May 20, 2013

Why Do Bunnies Like Pink Medicine?

True loves are fatal. Fake loves are fine.
Poetic loves  are finer than hairs
Yanked from the violins of mice.

Oh, love me, love me, love me, love me
Please, my oh so exquisite conceit.
I'm old and in an old tradition.

No one will claim me as radical
Influence on their imitations.
I'm not even agrammatical.

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