06-04-2013, 10:51 PM
MMM what is this dew;
Brisco thought, day anew.
I love the smell of this moss,
oh but what about the cost?
Losing my best friend.
"Briskey, tis ok man,
every land is ours.
No need for this,
monotonous plan."
I said when the hour
ticked ten.
I thought this
with a pleasent bliss
that I always miss
my cat, just like a hat.
Though our head never flies.
SKYS, thought Brisco.
Open sky.
"Hey Brisco, your always mine man."
Brisco thought, day anew.
I love the smell of this moss,
oh but what about the cost?
Losing my best friend.
"Briskey, tis ok man,
every land is ours.
No need for this,
monotonous plan."
I said when the hour
ticked ten.
I thought this
with a pleasent bliss
that I always miss
my cat, just like a hat.
Though our head never flies.
SKYS, thought Brisco.
Open sky.
"Hey Brisco, your always mine man."
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx

