Monday, April 11, 2011

Sea Monster

The tide, Was coming in, This meeting Not fun Business The faces turned to Ralph Were intent. Make smoke, Or die Be frightened, You're like that There is no beast The assembly Clapped in relief As if The weight of the world had been lifted off their shoulders. You voted me chief Do what I say Rules All we got We shall hunt this so called beast A thing layer of darkness chilled them And set them Grabbing for each other...

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