Corruptional Pionese sprout leaves of old... <br />Plants are not like the goose that laid the golden leaf. <br />Let's be like real and not like make belief. <br />A magpie hit me on my what'cha'ma-call-it... <br />Crimson clover will come right on over. <br />This humidic day has cooked my brain... <br />After death there will be no pain. <br />Can we catch the train of life? ... <br />Or will we be derailed before we may get our Heavenly ticket <br />punched by that attending conductor? <br />All aboard!<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-misfired-floral-race/
