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.
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.
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteOk, this one's REALLY bad. Keep it going, V!
ReplyDeleteWill, 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. :)
ReplyDeleteHeaheaheah, Shoronya. I iz the suxeeding!
Damn! And there I go again! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha! Man! This shit's awesome! I double dig this one!
ReplyDeleteThe poem either sounds like a tired conversation or a trippy one. Worth being spoken in the middle of a song, eh?
ReplyDeletetrippy trippy trippy. Anyday!
ReplyDeleteChalo then, I'll take your word for it. :) This is unexpectedly my best one till now, mm?
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of the spare verse of some modernist Russian poets. Keep at it, I say!
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