floating through the air
like a million horses made of gold
flying on the sky
like the dreams of every man and child
that is where you'll find me
swimming in the ocean
saying hello to every fish
because they are my friends
fish are my only friends
in the ocean
no one knows where to find me
i guess i'll have to tell them
holy cow, i'll have to tell them
where to find me
where to find me
Friday, February 29, 2008
the thoughts of the modern man: a poem
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