Lessons From Yawning

When your name is a cheese
Life can be difficult
No matter

Off balance but bottom heavy
Your serenading dessert tray
Has the night off

Leaning into a tower
One thinks, bad idea to start
Only balloons

Then there are puddings made of meat
Leaving nothing behind as scrap
Back-pat yourself

For a billion years this place spun
Without complex machinery
Now look at us

My horse so fat and stable
My stable spotless and deep
We make beds
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4.29.13