Roll in the hay
If you may.
Please pay.
Roll those coins
If you remember
How to move them
In your harem.
Eat your roll
With spread or just dry.
Drop you ball
And roll it from on high.
That is your life.
It rolls up or down.
We experience most days
Which bring us no frowns.
Tolling and roll.
Rolling is life.
Its movement.
Stop rolling
And you're dead.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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