Thursday, 11 April 2013

Measures, Metres, Inches or Licks. 
Two blue licks away. Or a mood's distance A to B. 

The scale we choose do indeed
construct the brittle throats of little
women's morning views. Though if used rightly, 
or should I even say chosen wisely, 
you have to rise above the inch-deep (7-9"). 

One Tailor went to school, and the
other was too cool. Cutting the weaves, 
placeing their threads, the first one said, 
"Thou art a fool" and by noon he was dead. 

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