poetry+mick

Spaghetti

spaghetti spaghetti tasty as food it tworols between my fork I pick it up with my arm i hold it tithe it slithers out but its to late it falls into a cave with white rocks the rocks close braking the spaghetti the spaghetti falls apart and stays in your moth.

2.THE DARK SKY the dark sky moving fast then slowly faids then starts and never stops the days get colder and colder the clouds shake and drop there white straight on top of our building.

3.NUMBERS GO AND GO and never stop they go and go and never stop numbers.

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