"Saturn's Moon's Tears"
A yellow devil.
The violet sun.
Jupiter's jars and sushi bars.
A purple pear.
San Francisco trolley's fare.
All dead people lose their hair.
That's a fair share.
City masquerade's masks' scare.
Fuzzy-wuzzy wasn't bare, was he?
Was he really a she?
Storms are in the sea.
He sold seashells on the seashore.
This old man picked a bone rolling home.
He was on a green telephone.
Walking and talking in his dream.
Letting out screams in a television screen.
Six tea fiends drink mean green's caffeine.
Good night, violet light.
By Jonathan Billet 11.18.13
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