Saturday, December 12, 2009
Clouds fell on the ground tonight.
Crossed the road in front of me.
Fell kind of through me. yes.
Serenaded trees that grow here.
Convinced them of their fragrance.
Declared that I am laughable. yes.
Why do clouds have right-of-way?
Crossing roads without a stoplight.
Telling trees they are not bushes.
Persuading a girl to be more funny.