"Cave Man"
In the caverns of my mind are reflections of treasures.
Gold and silver shiny coins unused and non-circulated.
A sunlight's rays reaches out to touch this smiling, sunny, simile.
In the dark dreaming of black stallions dashing across a white beach.
Eggs and steak are cooking over a campfire.
The morning sunlight has broken.
By Jonathan Billet 12/25/12
In the caverns of my mind are reflections of treasures.
Gold and silver shiny coins unused and non-circulated.
A sunlight's rays reaches out to touch this smiling, sunny, simile.
In the dark dreaming of black stallions dashing across a white beach.
Eggs and steak are cooking over a campfire.
The morning sunlight has broken.
By Jonathan Billet 12/25/12
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