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Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Poem: Little calories of heaven

Poem Five

The lion was walking
God moved out of the way
The trees began to fall
Thunder was at his feet

The grass said eat me
Fill up your tummy
No mate he said
Fish and chips don't work for me
Big Mac on my plate
Gives me the roar of heaven

Alright said grass
I will just wear my sunglasses
With green grasshoppers in my heart
Finishing our little calories of heaven

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