seeking
world peace and personal peace thru poetry
30 September 2000
Ode
to Michael
watermelon in
winter we all are tyrants at some
level have you noticed
Michael watermelon seeds
are tiny in winter harvest? and not so sweet as the good ol' summer
time what shall we say
to the seeds and slaves Michael the CEOs and those who's only question
is how much? in this autumn of
winter spring what can we say of
summer 'cept praise the passing
watermelon seeds in harvested love.
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