Wednesday, November 19, 2008

3 Yellows.

I sit to watch the world teeter and turn,
Crying red tears as my soul burns,
To fall and trip over everything tonight,
I sit in shame as I saw I lost the fight.

Don't go outside, the trees are aflame,
Stay inside with me, you'll stay sane,
So we can watch the world fold,
So the nuclear winter won't keep us cold.

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