Raindrops of music
clung to
her hair---
beads of ballads
bits and pieces
of poetry
That whispered romance
in her ears…
and
She sang her song back to lady freedom.
By Monoid the Confessor
The Department of Paradoxes
hereby officially sanction
This collection of words
woven together by
the Yours Truly
is in accordance with
the Cosmic Unplanning Act
as of May, 2009
Backed with the full faith
and credit of
Cowboys and Indians
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