My eye is a spoon
I'm eating up the scenery
Annette Marie Hyder
The leaves, a golden toasty brown,
fill the ground
sloppily
like a huge box, spilled
of toasted crunchy corn flakes.
All I need now
is a big pitcher of snow
to pour over them like milk
and granules of frost
to sugar their tops.
Annette Marie Hyder
The leaves, a golden toasty brown,
fill the ground
sloppily
like a huge box, spilled
of toasted crunchy corn flakes.
All I need now
is a big pitcher of snow
to pour over them like milk
and granules of frost
to sugar their tops.
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