Friday, December 8, 2017

my own poem

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"





deserts are filled with shifting sand
the polar regions with ice
but the whole world would be beautiful
if people would just be nice

butterflies live for a single day
turtles for two hundred years
but no matter how long or short they last
they have hopes and dreams and fears

they want to live forever
but such is not their fate
as st peter plays dice wth lucifer
in the shadow of heaven’s gate

if the world had a birthday party
and the universe was a clown
and you were the magician
would you turn that frown upside down?



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