The lake fat with trout
a fish rodeo of sorts
bull frog bucks a mouse
The aspen leaves school
like fish, in the windy sky
an ocean of blue
Just when the Tao said
precisely what it was not
It then disappeared
Finger to heaven
I scribed her hieroglyphs
now my one true love
Last Paris Mango
now Marlon's so unhappy
Hey Stella? STELLA!
Lonely flag on the moon
gone now is Neil Armstrong
footprints still moonwalk
Who ate the Chettos?
quickly messaged C.S.I
orange finger prints
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