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All The Colors Of Africa
Hey, a Baboon sits in his tree, eating his lunch
And it occurs to me that time
Is going by faster on these
Dry desert plains, there are no airplanes or
Satellites overhead right now, so
I go over to the Baboon, scratch between
His ears, and listen
To the wind
I loved this title, the poem was nice too.
I loved this title, the poem was nice too.
This ones a bit like a really long haiku. I rather like it but can't get to listen to the wind for very long because the image of the baboon trying to tear your arm off springs into mind.
Sandy
(Sur)real beautiful!
Earth and sky
flora(or the lack there of)
fauna and machine all meeting
here on the page. Brilliant.
makes me want to go
home to mother. Great piece -
keep writing - Keep the faith.
this one was a cool read..... I like the baboon ....