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The Bottom of My Couch

Poetry By: Kuatsimoto

This one is about my couch

Submitted:Jul 4, 2007    Reads: 200    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

I look at it, sitting there all soft and fluffy
And as I sit my world and the other becomes hazy
I sink into a lucid trance
Destroying impossible and forgetting cants
Life starts too gain its sheen
As I sink into the seams
Time itself starts to slouch
As I sit in my couch
Life blows on and reality is slurred
Everyone listened, no one heard
But the band plays on
The music must go on
The music is loud and the trumpets are playing
And as I get up, I am saying
Hello! I am alive
I turn to mother nature and take a dive


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