Deserts are sunny and have no gardens - <br />Mountain hinder understandable with every precipice. <br />The sea agrees roguish: When it splashes in flood <br />crumbling next to boats, you cannot cast it out! <br />Dreams twang as if they delude with failing habits. <br />And the wind whirls all of the time. <br />Cities bring noise pollution, dust-clouds and the blues <br />and rivers finger mostly into deltas with water and silt. <br />The stars are just sometimes desirable and the suspicion <br />rises if you want to be a settled boss. If you could <br />scream bugaboo! According to the newest in acoustics <br />many sound thoughts become binary. <br />It seems as if all the fun is for the little dog that is spattering - <br />and for the spark of life? Refined tine ore is perfect!<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/right-refined-tine-ore-parody/
