poem by kirt kom date 27 mar 2014

rome, an egg ----------------

it must be the gravity cleverly i might shift it string theory

i think it is a pretty hit do i operate? do i dispense? what is done is what we know we shouldn't know more imagine greatness is to importune we live up to it. doubtful about green containers they have ships to them usher what is known must stay fresh. beverly hills' style golden days rome may not be built in a day but ideas flow endlessly. dendrites' structures can support the towers the arc is an egg i guest guess it's built safe. marmalades sound sad but i digress time steers from the teflon neon signals,

we still glean the best from them forest fever tangles visitors will not shuffle the mountains are sorry they have stored berries mungo jerry is crazy excellent story. everlasting work is the domain of verve. still have to do what can come true. sanctify yourself the sky bursts with fireworks tropicana summer will be here tomorrow i will follow the giselle may we have lasting fun. the uaint cottage is my abode from noise and cluttered works music steers my information highway robust results must co-incide

debates will depend on scrawled urbanites to pray sometimes revisit the operands. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!