The X is increasing;
not two peas in a pod,
nor are you punctuating,
but children playing 'train.'
Little rods, squiggling
to be stained,
some not moving.
Tell me, are you
pink or purple?
You need to grow;
let me take a droplet,
do you like blood or
do you like chocolate?
Little blobs, shiny,
your growth leaves
me exponentially happy.
But tell me your name
else I extract it out.
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Enjoy, and Viva La Toucan
Laura, Toucan Editrice
Enjoy, and Viva La Toucan
Laura, Toucan Editrice
Sunday, October 2, 2011
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