chuff and puff, the wind and whatever, <br />you thinK <br />you are slain <br /> for pover means green something <br />toillet green <br />and toil <br />means waste time putting greens some where <br />the lacking and the looking at what has been done <br />may a merry face that hides forlon <br />comes to you dearest far away <br /> you know by the air those <br />physics by which has no rule anything can change by adding or subtractinG<br /><br />kevin casey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-train/
