23/08/2010

3 - Talking till Three

We were talking till three in the morning
I told him that not all flowers are red.
And even if all flowers were red
We would be talking till three in the morning.

8 comments:

  1. Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Brilliant!

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  2. Ok, this one's REALLY bad. Keep it going, V!

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  3. Will, you really think so?! I'm very glad. :D I can't believe how funny this whole thing would be! Your comment made me laugh, just like you typed too. :)

    Heaheaheah, Shoronya. I iz the suxeeding!

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  4. Damn! And there I go again! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha! Man! This shit's awesome! I double dig this one!

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  5. The poem either sounds like a tired conversation or a trippy one. Worth being spoken in the middle of a song, eh?

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  6. trippy trippy trippy. Anyday!

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  7. Chalo then, I'll take your word for it. :) This is unexpectedly my best one till now, mm?

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  8. This reminds me of the spare verse of some modernist Russian poets. Keep at it, I say!

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